I hold my shaking hand and he gives me medicine.
It almost makes me feel at home,
But they slowly steal my soul.
I tell him I still feel alone,
"Don't worry someday I promise you will feel whole."
~*~
i'd rather not place than place second to you.
i'll never be good enough, why am i upset?
i'll never be better than second place no matter how fucking hard i try.
i can not fucking wait for the day when people begin to realize how much of a bitch you are and how little talent you truly have.
you didn't deserve that award.
i did.
i don't care how cocky or conceited this sounds.
i deserved that award way fucking more than you.
