smack me like a bitch

some days i don’t know what’s going on my head is spinning and my words are gelling and for some reason i seem to have some way to push people away?

i hate pushing people away as much as i hate being pushed away, i don’t like today, i don’t like the way people are upset with me or think i’m upset with them. i’m not. you should all know that, why would i have any reason to be upset with you

clearly i said something wrong to myself today when i woke up, i should have said make something of today, instead i probably said act like a shit face.

i’m a damaged young man with dreams and goals but no way to achieve them. i would love for me to be right there, holding your hand right now. right now in your arms, but would you? would you accept me for who i am

would you look into my eyes and kiss me, regardless of mood. or would you push me, and spit on my words like someone has done in the past, would you assault me mentally tearing me down so i can’t breathe.

viable questions, viable answers, fingers can only cut through so many sheets of glass. my toothbrush is dripping with blood from cleaning the rug where my ideas once lay, i’m wrecked, im in atrophy but who can save me.

is it you?