Little Precious

because of you. i don't know where i stand, where i walk. i don't trust, believe in fairytales, that the sky really floats on up above. because you couldn't say no, because you didn't walk away soon enough, because you lied. because you loved not enough. didn't work hard enough. no focus early on. because the words don't spill free, frothing. your arrogance astounds me, sick. because you are afraid, because you have done nothing, i am. because you were naive, blamed everyone else, baby-out-of-touch, you were content with your false kingdoms. your will was weak, steeped in your untouchable melancholy. because you were weak with blame, sins of the father. because you have been weak. you have been weak. because of you.
i am so tired of mirrors.

"look into the abyss and the abyss looks into you."

"i am 32 flavors and then some.."

"but this won't work now the way it once did/ cuz i want to decide between survival and bliss/and though i know who i'm not i still don't know who i am/ but i know i won't keep on playing the victim"