Lay The Fuck Off, For The Pope's Sake

Two Gunshots To My Heart,

I'm Not Dead.

Now Four Gunshots,

That's A Different Story All Together.

Now,

The Question Is,

Do You Mean It?

I Swear To God,

Panic! At The Disco Is Increasing My Vocabulary.

I Mean,

Caricature,

Surreptitious.

BIG Words.

I Look SO Buff,

Seriously,

My Arms Are The Size Of Boulders.

Ok,

Not That Big,

But,

Pretty Big.

And My Chest Is Getting Harder,

Just Need To Work On My Soon To Be 8 Pack.

Good Times, Good Times.

I Don't Want To Sleep,

I Just Want An Explanation.

I'm Cancer.

And I Need My Medication,

Or Else I'll Have To Get Cut Open.

Just So You Know,

I Never Disclose Names In My Blog Unless It Is Completely Necessary,

So..

You Don't Have To Assume Anything I Write Has Got Anything To Do About You,

Even If It Has,

It Doesn't.

Honestly,

I'm Offended,

Then Again,

You Didn't Seem To Mind When I Was Born.

The Ocean Scares Me,

It's Unpredictable,

Just Like Someones Finger On The Trigger.

I'm Making Up Stupid Emo Statements.