"Goodnight, I love you, I need you" Is a title that could be used for this

It's moments like these
When I jump to conclusions
And fear for the worst
I am convinced that you are hurt
I am convinced that you are crying
Although you're probably just asleep
Now I feel like an asshole
When I fall asleep
And make you feel alone
Like it makes me feel
We aren't different
We aren't human
We are a still-nameless species
What are we?
I hope we still breathe oxygen
Because we are stuck on Earth
Unable to return from wherever we spawned

A page of two-lined things I wrote out of random one night

When masturbation gets old
Life becomes bullshit

Still fucked
Still sad

I am negative
I don't want to be positive

I wish I was strong
Then I could punch everyone

If I was retarded
I could be happy

I'll be a mailman
I won't deliver important letters

I envy the person who
Only worries about the weather

I'm fucking pretentious
Everything needs to be art

Life is boring
Dreams are disappointing

If I had $1,000,000
I'd put it in a closet and forget about it

I just ate a pretzel
It's scratching my throat

The holidays aren't about good will
They're just days

I hate life
Ame I taking it for granted?

Sex is overrated
I need more

I pick at anything until it bleeds
Then I scold myself

All women are whores
All men want to fuck

I like writing
I don't like rules

I can't see
I'm blind

I need academics to be important
I don't want to be important

Bullets probably hurt
I want to get shot someday

2 Other Pieces of Shit On The Next Page

I stare into a pool of flesh and blood
Of beauty. Of life.
Unnoticed. I'm invisible.
I feel perverted
But what are my intentions?
I have none
So who's wrong?




There's no feeling in admiration
There's no incentive for pursuing a pointless target
Methods are useless
Words can't sway as well as the wind
Because everything comes back at once
And crushes some sort of dream or vision
Physical touch and emotional pain are the only memories

2 Pieces of Shit on One Page Together

There's a rock. Somehow it's alive. So it's like it's not a rock but really it is. This rock has problems. It knows it has problems. The problems is that it only knows what less than half of these problems are. It has a problem with all of its problems. It's also going crazy. This rock isn't a rock. Quantum mechanics. I wish I could ripple spacetime. Shit would be fucked. Just like all of us.



I'm the moon, I'm lonely
I pulled in the tide
But it got no closer to me
And the sand looked lonely
So I let it go again
Goodnight

OLD POEM I WAS TOO FUCKING LAZY TO TITLE

I never promised I'd tell you everything
Still we write what we feel, but you keep telling me every little shadow that breaks the sunlight for you.
I don't call that a problem, call it a benefit,
It's hot out so lat there; the dark is so cold and you're already wearing a jacket.
You have nothing to do but worry and worry you do,
Feeding that blood to the animal we don't even want here as far as I know.
But some carry their breath for us and call it a home.
Without it, there's nothing.
I never promised I'd hurt you and say the words that don't exist
Just inside my head, but you keep saying "wake up, wake up"
All I've got to look forward to is dreams
I am still sleeping.
Maybe if I could leave everyone behind,
I would.
No regrets losing what we had.
I could force myself to be happy
But dealing with that numbness shouldn't exist in love.
So I'll crack open your sky and leave you alone.
You never needed me to make it clear outside.
It's always raining.