Elucidating Questions

Self culture

It’s there isn’t it?

It sits underneath no one ever sees it

When something hurts it we keep it quiet

Do you ever wish if only they would see it?

So you wouldn’t ever keep it quiet

The one who misses her mum

The one who misses his mum

But we know we can’t go home

You let go

You abandoned us

We don’t know who to trust

There’s no way they’ll love us

There’s no way anyone won’t know

What this was from long ago

But somehow inside we both know

Exactly what happened

Hey dad

Your name is, like, famous or something

I’m coming over

So I hope you get to tell everyone what to do

Here and in your house

I’m hungry, bread please

Forgive us for being assholes, because we forgave those assholes

Stop showing me these delicious cakes

And if I’m being bad it’s your job to tell me not to

Amen

You know there’s a part of me that still really respects you even though you never showed me any reasons why I should

I still smile just a bit like it’s funny when your music comes on just as the world would

I still imagine meeting

Like a fool

But maybe I was wrong about the slant of the songs after all

Maybe you’re laughing while trying not to lol.

Can you tell me more about addiction person who is facing addiction?

I FUCKING WANT IT

But it’s because I’ve been so good about nothing.

Yeah

That’s true too

The first time it’s too late

It’s already in your head

Like a parasite

It’s a little hamster on a wheel

All you hear is the squeel of the plastic against plastic or metal

All you hear is suddenly a thousand reasons to try it again

And then it’s then

And the excuses pop in

My god it’s so easy I just let them win and then down I go

Following you

One two three come with me or whatever

Why would I ever not feel that way though the opposite of high is Literal Hell Daily™

I don’t know why I swallowed the fly

Perhaps

I’ll die

And while the desperate feed on the hungry

Above they exist without a thought

In all their glory

Their glory

From what hand came the starving

The same hand dealt the winner’s cards?

Or they have the chance

Every day to change it

And they don’t