you never make my day

all you do is ruin it
when your stupid name flashes across the screen.
I want to delete you from facebook,
but then it would be like you never exsited at all.
like I never wasted a year of my fucking life wasting my time and energy
you are like a poison that creeps through my blood
and makes everything
dark
darker
darkest.

beep beep beep yeah!

sometimes I feel like a rat in a cage.
and at any moment I am going to explode and disappear.
and in this life there has to be something more.
something more meaningful I should be doing,
but is anything more meaningful then life?
Is life enough,
is time enough,
is getting by enough?

is love enough,
and if you don't have love, is there something else?
Is friends enough, is going out enough?
is having a lot of social engagments enough?

What is enough?
are some people simple?
for some people , is simple enough,
white dresses and rings make them happy?
can I be simple?

I would like to be simple then.
I would not like to have this thought, this train of thoughts going through my head all the time.
I would like to be easy.
not a complicated girl.

happiness

I havent let you go yet.
Yet sometimes for a moment, I have.

Crackbook keeps taunting me,
asking me to look at pictures,

pictures when I see you were capable of happiness.
I was not sure you were.

I thought you were a wounded bird.
But then I guess once,
you flew.