I'll Never Get Closure Because I Don't Even Know What I'm Looking For

tear me to shreds

I'm sick of this mad, mad world

make me someone's bride and count to ten

then blow my head out at the alter

I'm sick of this mad, mad world

I'm sick of the people

I'm sick of the doctors

I'm sick of YOU telling ME what's wrong with MY head

when it's MY head and NOT YOURS

make me into someone's dinner and say a prayer

tear me to shreds

I don't care

My troubled dreams

Anne Carson, Antigonick

I have no real personality, I'm just some kind of monstrous amalgamation of the personalities of every person I've ever been friends with

"it's okay, i can peel back the layers of you until i find the soft and gentle core of you you've had to work so hard to hide"? no. no, it's okay, i know you're hollow; i'm here anyway. you don't have to pretend it isn't masks the whole way down. whatever face you want to wear, i still love you. i don't need you to be good or unflinching or the antonym of violence. if i did, i wouldn't be here. i wouldn't ask that of you.

I have GOT to get more NORMAL

And when you're tired, think of me

And when the world is all dark and bad dreams, think of me

And when you can't talk, can't walk, think of me

And when the air gets thick and your lungs get twisted, think of me

And when you're lonely, think of me

I'll be there