

I Blast My Speakers Out On Maybe,I Blast My Speakers Out On by ~crashtestchole
if I could just
sink my head
down into a CD case,
you would think
I'm someone else?
Maybe I could save a day
of torment?
Nah.
It kills me
that I'm here
to try to find some other sad loser
to scream me to sleep
so I won't have to do it myself,
and to know that you're only here
searching for some other sad loser
to scream you to sleep,
so that maybe you can go a while
without thinking about the
sick,
ugly,
words
I etched into my leg in your honor.
Could you stop throwing your rocks at my window?
Is it not obvious that I'm not coming out?
Not now,
not ever
again,
no.


Could You My handsCould You by ~crashtestchole
are shaking subconsciously again,
I don't know if it's your voice
or what,
but
every time
I see you
it's like,
epilepsy,
uncontrollable,
bipolar,
autistic,
if-you-will.
I wonder
how long it will be
before
you're up in my face,
torment,
trauma,
tragic,
if-you-will.


It's Just There,It's Just by ~crashtestchole
my friend,
are certain
word-combinations
I feel as though
no one should actually
put together,
and speak
loudly.
But hunny,
the way you're going at it,
you may just
make me do so.
You win,
I get it,
I want to die.
Let's play doctor,
let's play fucking doctor.
Let's do that yes,
I have a few incisions
I'd like to make,
myself.


Up Against They never understood whyUp Against by ~crashtestchole
I hated going out to play with you so bad.
Don't you like to play soccer?
che-yeah,
Everything was
pretty fun until our whole second grade class
started chanting
that we were going to get married,
because,
really, that's
everything I want.
Our parents think it too,
Though I never wanted you,
sorry dear,
I was always
aiming,
way too high.
For your brother
actually,
who
would never,
want,
me.
He kissed me
like an overdramatic actor
once,
and now
he apologizes for it
every time
I see the kid.
That's right,
apologizes.
Which meant,
it will
never
mean
anythin
--
Yaahhrrrgg!
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"My shoes hurt."
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"My shoes hurt."