I wrap myself in something I wish I could be. I would love for nothing more than to sink into it...I am nothing more than painfully human... fall against the cold and the loss. I refuse to bleed anymore. Not for you, not for anyone. I would like nothing more than to continue to pretend, to play these stupid little games and lie for the simple satisfaction of lying.
I can not stand the prospect of the warm air around me, squirming with life. It all makes me sick. I simply am too weak to accept the simple facts I find. I'm an arrogant, selfish, whiney, moody, erratic baby. But you knew this. And you twisted it like a knife against me. Well, fuck you. I don't care anymore. Nothing really matters.
Shattered glass reflects nothing but fragments. Broken splinters of some worthless human. I am not here to entertain. I am not here to poetically wax. I don't really fucking care about anything, really, anymore.
Leave me in my corner. I do not wish to be with you. I don't want any fucking favours.
If you wouldn't mind, I wouldn't like to breathe. I'm a liar and a thief.