Bitter Truth

I drink this poison to fix my broken heart
Remove the memories of our beautiful start
When it wears off, I'll be back to where I began
Whiskey is truth serum but I already know who I am



[uh-tohn-muh nt]


  1. satisfaction or reparation for a wrong or injury; amends.
Sometimes, I make mistakes and I hurt people. People that loved me, admired me, and supported me. With one hand, I can count the number of people I've wronged. It doesn't make it better, nor does it justify anything. 

Sometimes, it takes a week, a month, a year, or in this case 20 years, but I have to do it. I can't carry the burden of guilt. I don't expect her to forgive me but I do expect to hear a lot of hurtful words from her. I'm even expecting to get punched! She looks like she's been working out. Haha. I shouldn't even be laughing about it but I have a sick sense of humor. Saying that I'm prepared for it will be a lie.

First things first, I hope she takes my invitation to talk. Nothing makes anxiety worse than more anxiety. Wish me luck and hopefully, I'll still be alive to write another note.


I wouldn't trade it for anything

I love to be wanted
But all I want is to be loved
Is that so much to be remembered?
Never swept under the rug
They say the soul don't die
But mine's been dead for my whole life
And I wouldn't trade it for anything


Objectivist on Fire

I can never say that I'm truly free
If I keep replacing "I" with "we"
Because no one cares as much as me
No one cares for me but me



I don't need their blessing now. 
I don't need their invitation. 
Ain't no way to shut me down. 
Gonna take this path I've taken. 
And maybe I've been left out. 
Never let this be mistaken. 
They can keep their blessing now. 
Forget me now, 
'cause I was never welcome.
I was never welcome.