Elucidating Questions

Silence makes the truth pour out

I wish I could hear guitar without the fucking words getting in the way

Why is the guitar always so mean?

Why does it have to say such mean things?

Why can’t there be a guitar that sings about

But when it’s silent the truth pours out

How it pours

I’m so alone

And it’s so silent

Emotions make me ugly.

They make me so ugly.

Faking it all alone doesn’t

Fucking

Work you fucking idiot

Why can’t I be positive?

Have you seen all these fucking people I can fake it with until I feel better?

No because I’m alone

And I’m too fucking stupid

I want to be dead.

Please let me be dead soon.