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As a fair warning to everyone listening to this song
I advise you to not hide your feelings
Don’t pretend to be okay when you’re not okay
Don’t pretend to be happy when you’re sad
It’ll only lead to your misery
Don’t you fucking hate it when you hear my name?
I feel the same and when you hear this you gon’ feel the pain
And all these niggas that you fuckin with to get away
But girl I know you think about it almost everyday
And I’ll be honest I be jealous of these niggas, true
How you feelin with these niggas that you talk to?
Captivated by your mind and your walk too
Can’t replace you with these bitches that I talk to
They say “lust is love” we had trust, what’s good?
I should’ve held you close
Should’ve kept you warm
And when the rain is fallin’, wonder who you call
Don’t pray to god, you rather drive your car
Don’t talk
Pretend it don’t hurt
Repent, I won’t stomp, my feet in a rage
My nigga I’m no chump
This issue when I crave you, hate you
You think I’d rip the wings off of my fuckin angel
It don’t hurt, damn
[it’ll be alright soon]
I’ll forever be the, I’ll forever be the elephant in the room
I’ll always love you, i’m sorry
LET’S PRETEND WE’RE NUMB by XXXTENTACION (via everylittlepieceofyou)
I love you
Anonymous
I memorized the wayward expressions
Never look down
Never let you see me down
I memorized the way no directions
Can I come over now
I’d like to stay a little while
I memorized your body exposed
I could fuck you all night long
From a memory alone
I never forget a face
Don’t go plastic on me
Nothing’s set in stone
You’re not dipped in gold
Dipped in gold
You can’t breathe if you’re dipped in gold
You are not on paper
You are not a copy
You’re so, you’re so..so thick, so thick
I read in the paper that my brothers are being thrown from rooftops blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs for violating sharia law. I heard the crowds stone these fallen men if they move after they hit the ground. I heard it’s in the name of God. I heard my pastor speak for God too, quoting scripture from his book. Words like abomination popped off my skin like hot grease as he went on to describe a lake of fire that God wanted me in. I heard on the news that the aftermath of a hate crime left piles of bodies on a dance floor this month. I heard the gunman feigned dead among all the people he killed. I heard the news say he was one of us. I was six years old when I heard my dad call our transgender waitress a faggot as he dragged me out a neighborhood diner saying we wouldn’t be served because she was dirty. That was the last afternoon I saw my father and the first time I heard that word, I think, although it wouldn’t shock me if it wasn’t. Many hate us and wish we didn’t exist. Many are annoyed by our wanting to be married like everyone else or use the correct restroom like everyone else. Many don’t see anything wrong with passing down the same old values that send thousands of kids into suicidal depression each year. So we say pride and we express love for who and what we are. Because who else will in earnest? I daydream on the idea that maybe all this barbarism and all these transgressions against ourselves is an equal and opposite reaction to something better happening in this world, some great swelling wave of openness and wakefulness out here. Reality by comparison looks grey, as in neither black nor white but also bleak. We are all God’s children, I heard. I left my siblings out of it and spoke with my maker directly and I think he sounds a lot like myself. If I being myself were more awesome at being detached from my own story in a way I being myself never could be. I wanna know what others hear, I’m scared to know but I wanna know what everyone hears when they talk to God. Do the insane hear the voice distorted? Do the indoctrinated hear another voice entirely?