the world is mad, but so are the people in it

"but you're pretty"

What does it mean to be pretty anyway?
Does it mean 'I want to fuck you'?
I'd rather mindfuck you

People frustrate me
(she frustrates me with her
incessant whinings
about a boy we both know)
It's a wonder I haven't started living
in caves

It's an empty cave
where my heart should be

an empty rib cage
I live in cages
rib bones and collar bones

You speak but your words
go through me
(there is no 'we', just him and I,
you and him)
like air, and nothing more
I hear nothing, see nothing,
feel nothing

he said "but you're pretty"
he also said (in his head) "bet you're easy"
you're on the road to self destruction
I can't save you from yourself and
neither can some (nice) boy save you