it hurts and you won't stop

bored now

exhausted
by you

can't concentrate

disturbed
by you

i'm tired of trying to make sense of life, of this, of me

white lilies get a bad rep
but they get the job done
you choose to show this
be this live this believe
this

you have two seconds to run and then i'm coming after you

my xray eyes can see right through your lies
they target your face and discover your smile
oh how bright it shines when you and i collide
how brick by brick it tears down my palisade

you try to play it cool but then your eyes show
adoration escapes from your mouth in a flow
your kisses and touches reveal what i now know
i'm so scared it sets the skin on my cheeks aglow

god i love the feel of your fingers inside me
i think you look lovely on your baby pics
joking that we want to have three kids

a girl who's too sad to give a fuck

this is a bad idea
i say
as i throw myself naked into the frozen lake
and go down
down
down

this is the best way to die
you're trapped inside the biting water
unable to move
but struggling in spirit
i told you this
but you didn't agree

i'll show you now

our sex is on fire

once
just once
let me not write a poem
about how good you fuck me
let me not write this poem
i want to be someone else's sometimes
i want to forget
you make me feel
yours

a broken heart ad your ex's old shirts

if you're already drunk get drunker
don't fall asleep on your lover's bed
don't
don't let him say nice things to you

i drink all my daily intake of water
in bottles of beer
two more cups
i just need two more cups

i was frantic
yeah i needed you
need your punishment daddy
oh

i am allergic to feelings
my throat closes up
i might puke

i am unworthy of your attention

come here
shhh
can i tell you a secret?
don't tell anyone but
sometimes i get daddy angry
on purpose
just so he'll spank me
hihi
i know right
i'm such a bad little girl
i take my pacifier off
and i yell on his ear
and sometimes
i want to feel daddy's love
but his words are not enough
for my little heart to stop beating
so i sneak out and run away
until daddy gets so mad
that i come back and lie
about where i was
so daddy will forgive me
is it working daddy?
am i making you mad?
are you gonna feel for me?
make up monsters under my bed?
spank me and soothe me?
i need to be taken care of
cause i don't know
what's good for me

i can't be what you need and you can't be what i need but

the moment before the explosion
                                         he says
      "what do you need?
you can ask anything of me
        i'll give it to you"
but you can't
you close your eyes and
put your hands over your mouth and
beg for his release
      "what do you want?
tell me, what do you need?"
but you can't, you'll never tell
      it's wrong and too much
what you want is to be taken apart
      and put back together again
what you want is to feel
      and to be empty at the same time
what you want
      you don't know

just want to feel free

yes i do get high to feel things
yes i freak out if i feel too much
don't wanna miss, need or love
anyone

never catch feelings

my bloody mary is pure tabasco
it burns my mouth and i burn you
and if the bottle is ever empty
i'd rather buy a new one
instead of being pure

i don't want to talk
i'd rather forget
bottle or pill
and yet

it's not enough, you love e and i don't love

trying to rip the music out of me with a machete
you'll only get splinters and a broken box

let's go to the woods, where the music is not so loud
and you can meet my fairy friends

let's dance like the floor is lava
on tables and chairs and burning our feet

rolling, rolling like tumbleweed
we feel light and aimless, like we should be

stream of unconsciousness

oh boy whats wrong with me?
i'm gone gone g o n e
pretty and wet and easy
for you
how cute
i'll go easy on yo-
no wait i changed my mind
the usual, please
fuck and run
hard and cold
please
don't get attached
i can barely deal with my own self

hunger hurts but starving works

because writing
is the closest thing to
getting repeatedly stabbed with a knife
that i have
and i need to be bled out

i wanked myself raw last night
to filthy, filthy thoughts
that i wouldn't dare to even whisper
open, debauched, wet and so willing
more pain than pleasure to be true
and i never once thought of you

but it was your hands i missed
a fond touch to the back of the neck
i have always thought of sex
as a way to forget love

fuck off

two beers and three cigarettes latter
you still fuck me up pretty bad
got me listening to sad songs
and getting all weepy eyed

could you not?
thanks

don't worry i'll drown soon

congrats, sweetie, you made a girl cry
next time you'll take candy from a babe
why don't you just get her to off herself
i think deep down you hope she would
just throw herself from that ninth floor
where she saw death for the first time

if the music is loud then the thoughts are not

boys who are snobs about music
boys who are snobs about movies
boys who are snobs about living
boys who are so sure of themselves

i'm a nimphomaniac
i'll fuck you and your securities too
i'm not a homewrecker
i'll fuck you and your boyfriend too
i'm not a heartbreaker
i'll fuck you and all your friends too
i'm an addict
i'll fuck you and your insecurities too

it's hard to keep the stories straight
it's hard to keep the lies straight
are you the one with a punk band
or the one with the cute cat?

boys who break my heart
boys who think i have no heart
boys who don't know
boys who know

9.7

a daddy
that will make me be quiet
just cause he knows i can't

a daddy
who will spank me raw
until i cry happy tears

a daddy
who'll want to be my best
who'll work his way up

a daddy
who will take it from me
but subtly ask for it first

one like you
so good

i'm my own best friend and my worst enemy

coffee and whiskey
coffee and whiskey

i'm finally warm inside
i got nostalgic and hallucinated a whole memory
i danced around naked and i got naughty
i wanted a warm body but it didn't have to be you
i hope you don't think you're anything else but
convenient

i'm sorry
i don't like to talk or flirt
not really
i don't like boys or girls
not really
i like any pleasure that makes me forget
makes all the voices in my head go shhhh
if you're good then we're set i'm silent
if not then let's do it all the same but
give me a hit first

coffee and whiskey
coffee and whiskey

i've let myself be used and torn just to see if it helped it didn't
everyone wants to feel they matter
not really
everyone likes to feel that conversations aren't just monologues
not really
i hope my grandmama don't find out
i've been lost for ages but i only started showing this last months
i've been quieter yet louder when i open my dirty mouth
and say anything, please anything


coffee and whiskey
coffee and whiskey
wake me up and put me to sleep
feeling safe and warm all over

late night informecial

don't know what to do with her?
lick her!
wait, no, i meant
liquor!*

*this deal is offered for 20 years. extensions may apply. consult with your local dealer.

i'd do 12 steps then a thousand more

run away with me
the highway is calling me and i must go
don't
don't run away with me
i will probably leave you stranded
the highway is lonely and dark
full of little white wooden crosses
i will never belong unless it takes me
i'm cursed with this landsickness
forever starting over in every city
different name, different story,
same old practiced lies

crying lightning

my eyes are wet on the inside
on their inner wall, swollen
about to explode

this bursting sensation

i can't seem to go off
i push, push, push
the boundaries
expand

hi! i'm ana. i've been sober for... yeah. i've been struggling.

daddy takes good care of me:
he gets me high and gets me off
we get on like a house on fire

but let's take a break 'cause i'm getting sentimental
everybody clap, here comes Columbine:

half a bottle of tequila through my throat
down the nauseatingly perfumed porcelain
what a waste of good liquor and neurones

i once met a girl who was so bright
she had to turn herself off

close the curtains

too much poison

www.google.com


"angry songs about break ups"
"spiteful break up songs"

"songs about hating someone"
"songs about hating your ex"

"fuck you songs"

"i hope you die songs"
"i hope i die songs"

god no
not another silly love song

clutching wounds

i'm bleeding
the wound is open
gaping
gory
red

i won't heal here in the desert
i barely knew i was hurt
and now i'm already dying

the cigarette looks good in the camera
but we are gonna have to cut the shot short
i need real medical attention

i'm going out in style
singing
the song of my people

beer then, done that

i'm a little fuckslut
lost and down
here's my lil' hole
here's my cunt

ram ram ram my cunt
hardly in the sheets
angrily angrily angrily angrily
'cause i'm such a shit

lil' columbine had a house in boe-do
everyone knew that she was a big ho
so with a shag there and a shag here
and a whiskey here and a gin there
she would be able to fucking go

columbine columbine
where art thou? where art thou?
methinks thou dost protest too much
lick my dong. eat my dong.

hush, little baby, don't say a word,
mama's gonna give you an orgasm

this side: inside

4pm she buys beer
8pm a bottle of gin

she was sad on the club
she was sad on the pub

was she was high on lsd?
or maybe it was ketamine


yet say what you may
she was sad anyway

the rhymes the rhythm
the sadness was within
 
oh a thousand cigarettes
couldn't hide her regret

if a strip tease could appease
she would be a better tease

when given up on the petit mort
she just wants to be done for

i want you

i want you to hit me as hard as you can
like that song that broke your heart
or the drug that made you fall deep

i want you to break my skin
yellow green purple bruises
 crusty with dry, rusty blood

i want you to beat me the fuck up
to have a limp that reminds me
that i'm an ugly worthless mess


nothing more
nothing less