Formulating Contemplations of My Uncharted Sanity.

You just got to stop making excuses for people who walk all over you. You let them walk on you with dirty shoes.

When you let them in so easily, you’re letting them experience some of the best qualities about you for the amount of time not justified or respected.

You cherish them more so when they don’t for you.

You are the reason though for all of this. You’re weak, you don’t actually give them enough time to respect what your special qualities are that you have let them so foolishly experience. Giving them the illusion this might be an experience they deserve when one gets within your radius. That’s also the trap for you, since your too kind so easily. They will not respect what it means for you to be so captivating towards them, but for they know this. And now you must know too.

Look, if they were good people for you, you wouldn’t have to keep making excuses for them when they track mud in your house of your heart and they leave right after. To have to clean the mud that has stained the carpet in you heart and only with every pumping beat it cleans the residue that doesn’t rid so easily that you let in when you weren’t careful. They don’t understand what it’s like to explore the interesting soul that has a home in your body. They didn’t think twice too look truly of what your made of and what what they could do that damages it. Not to even care to know what floors your made of, of the walls that hold you together and the windows you let them look through.

Lock your door and maybe they’ll wonder one day when they knock on the door , why you don’t answer. Wondering what it was. If only you gave them enough time to be careful with the house you built. Let them wonder and maybe they’ll realize how great it was to enter the warmth of your life like walking in to a house on a cold winters day.

Our pocket people-pedia, faker then the cited Wikipedia.

What's with the media with the drama your feed us?

Our lovely updated don't talk back bitch talkers,

Your low self esteem in the level of filters you stream...

Confident boost, "Sorry I am an awkward stalker."

Auto correct snitch, they can't stand it when she's a fucking glitch.

She pried for the gossip

She'll never stop it.

Simply can't  Dis-alarm

The demon cunt’s stupid charm.

She’s devoted friend, compared to eleven from highschool to connect just hit send.

Messed up, no I meant to say dumb whore. You're not clever to the comebacks you store.

Who knows more about people anymore? Who knows more about what's lethal anymore?

I think it's the device vibrating on the irregular short cord. Connected to the wall she connects you to it all.

She's bitch, but no one could agree.  She's a whore, she fucked everyone you see?

Congratulations on your S.T.D,

She killed the individuality.

summer’s darkness holds me, crickets chirps replace the birds recycled verses, cycled thoughts but mine with funny curses,nature laughs with the trees lethargic sways. Only to disappear when day comes to play, the birds awake the crickets fade. I stay awake to say goodbye to the ones who mornings collide with this worn out mind. summer’s light kisses me with its glow, the thoughts drift and then I go.