emi_art_now

I miss the days when it was a act of criminal to touch
the railings at the public library.
I miss the days when you sighed and said it's ok when it wasn't.

It's an hour of the day when it's ok,
but it's not fine. 
I've lost my chance.
My chance is far
from near.
The milky twilight will stain my face a ghostly white
and remind me of my losses,

I should have stopped before sadness was nesscessary
sadnesscessary
was a good name for an album I guess. 
I knew I should've given up long ago.
It would've saved me so much trouble. 
Was it good for me?
New and real?

I wish I found some local friends,
local friends who'll stay
I don't wanna love and leave anymore, I'm over it.
and I can tell they want to be over me 
and they can't.
my "real friends" make big deals about my problems 

Feet aching, hair stringy and heavy.
My voice is blown out, but I couldn't stop shouting if I tried,
Shouting out lyrics I must be getting wrong. 
All around me, are people of any age, race, and gender,

Why do you give them false reasons to believe you, 

When we all know what you did?

Why want a war, the end to so many lives?

For what?

Land you don't need?