No moreSlit my wrists and hope to dieSit around and wonder whyI love you and you love meBut I want to be set freeBecause of you I can't leaveLoving you is my pet peeveClose your eyes, don't watch me fallCuz I'll want to end it allI don't know if I'm still hereOr if I've succumbed to fearI can live this life no moreI lay silent on the floorI have no more tears to shedClose my eyes, lay down my headSlowly let my smile fadeWonder if I should have stayed
ListenStop whatever you're doingDon't listen to those fake thoughtsStopPut your hand over your heart.....Do you feel thatDo you feel the beatYou're body is pulsatingWith lifeWith loveAnd with lightAnd if you listen close enough...You can actually hear that in those beatsIt's like listening to a clock ticking through timeNow, that's how to REALLY listen to your heartAnd once you hear it's beautyYou'll want to hear moreSo maybe it's time that you listen to someone else's heart tooBecause sometimesHearts beat in sincJust like how my heart beats for youSo dearLet's take a break from this nightmarePut your head on my chestAnd listenAs my heart beats for youAnd let our hearts gradually beat slowerAnd slowerAs we fall asleepInto a better dreamOk dear
BurnCan you hear me?Can you see me?Do you fear me?Could you be me?What do you think?Could it be true?Is it possible,That I could be you?Well, dear,What do you say?You sense that I'm here,And I'm here to stay.The words don't come out right,The pain just stays in,And there's nothing you can do about it,No way you can win.So let me hold you,And watch you burn.From dust you came,To dust you return.
FallI accidentallyRead those words again"Fall Apart"And that's exactlyWhat I didI turned to youHead downEyes wateringAnd asked"Do you thinkThat I mightFall apartAgain?".....And you saidThat youDidn't knowBut you did knowThat youWould do anythingYou couldTo help prevent it"But ultimatelyIt isn'tUp to me"You saidThen I worriedBecause you are my strengthBut thenYou lifted up my chinWith your gentle graspAnd gazed intoMy pool of tearsWith your very ownAnd said"Even if you doEnd up broken againI will still be thereTo pick up the piecesI promise"And thenWith youBy my sideAndIn my heartI knew I wouldn't fall apart againNoInsteadWe'd fall togeter
FarDeep or shallowFull or hollowAfter a while you don't even knowIt all rushed so fast, yet went so slowThe signs are clearly starting to showAnd now you're afraid as to how far you'll go
Hope"Hello,are you there?I can feel your eyes boring into me,I can sense your stare."Really,Is that all you have to say?You have no words of "hope" to tellBefore I fade away?"Please,I've come to heal.Trust me,I know exactly how you feel.""You know nothing!" I harshly whispered."I refuse to take off the mask I have on.The damage has already been done and it's irreversible now,for I am already gone.""What?" You uttered."What do you mean?"Wow, you're clueless. But it is pitch dark,so I guess the blood can't be seen."It's all over now." I whispered,finally a real expression of peace on my face.Now I finally saw that "hope" you spoke of,as I slipped away, smiling and staring off into space.
Blend InWith sharp words and empty smilesYou discovered the will and strength that I was lackingYou took a swing at me and liked the powerSo you just kept on attackingYou pushed me down and hovered over meYou lunged at old scars and kept on hackingYour grin full of satisfaction and eyes full of venomBecause you could see I was breaking and crackingThen I'm not quite sure what happened nextBut I was aware of your feet clicking and clackingThough I knew you were fleeingI was unaware of what sent you packingAs I picked myself up, my vision was blurringI collapsed in a corner, my mind slurring and slackingMy wish to "blend into the scenery" had come trueAs I slipped away and became part of the wall to which I was still backing
TwistI'll draw how I feelIf you really insistIt'll be a small pictureBut you'll get the gistThough it comes with a priceAnd it comes with a twistFor the "pen" is a razorAnd the "parchment" is my wrist
WingsA rip and a tearThe glimmer of dim light causing the metal to glareBut we won't stop thereBecause this is the only thing for which we still careDrip Drip DripWith every drop, we're falling fast and falling fasterPushed to the edge by life's unmerciful disasterThe pure cruelty of this world hidden by liesKept caged behind sorrowful, sullen, sunken, dull eyesAnd that's only part of our maskBut you should know better than to askBecause after the first couple of cracks and chipsWe decidedly seal our fake-smiling lipsFor we are already weakened and wish to hurt no moreWe're still trying to heal the hole you unknowingly toreFor when you went, emptiness was left behindWe can't believe we trusted you, we were childish, stupid, and blindYou must remember we're fragile and scared though we hate to admitWith every pang of guilt and shame, you know where it's going to hitAnd because our mask isn't easily
It's OkayIt's okay to be sad.It's okay to be mad.It's okay to cry,To not have the strength to try.It's okay.Sometimes people just need toLet it all out,Scream and shout,And that's okay.Admitting something's wrongDoesn't take your strength away.Ask for helpIf you need it.Don't feel weakOr wrongJust because youAren't strongEnough to move mountains.Crying is good.If you didn't cryYou wouldJust bottle it upUntil you burst.You don't evenNeed a reasonWhy -Just have a good cry.Take a long bathAnd watch a movieThat makes you laugh.Bake a cakeJust for the sakeOf making something.Lay in bedAnd imagineUntil the bad thoughtsLeave your head.Just sit back and relax.Because it's okayTo not be okay,And to take a day(Or two)Just for you.
Words Are Powerful ThingsYou’re so angryYou let words swarm up inside.Screaming to get out.They yell and shout.They sit there,And fester.Turning into horrid things that should never be even whispered,In the softest tone.You get so angryCause you’re so afraid.Like so many other peopleYou let your fear burst into rage.The monstrous words inside of youRefuse to remain in their cages.You let those words escape your lips,All of the sudden you feel like your words have killed someone.As you see their face.Words are suddenly bullets.They’ve pierced your victim’s heart.Fragments of a once pretty, friendship scatter on the floor.The pieces so broken, I doubt you could find all of the shards to make it whole again.There’s a slamming of a door.Whether that be real,Or just a metaphor.To say you’ve been locked out,Pushed away.From this once dear friend of yours.I hope one day.You’ll find better wordsTo form a key.So you can find your way back to them.
You're a Literal MiracleNext time you’re unhappy.Think about this.Remember that you are a walking,Breathing,Miracle.You are alive based on so many chances.So many different thing could’ve happened.And yet,You’re still here.Remember that,You are literally made of stardust.Matter that has been around,Since the beginning of time.Dreams and hopesAnd fears.Forged in the belly of distant stars.You have cosmos in your veins.And eyes that have stardust in them,That have seen the dawn and ending to galaxies.I know it’s easy to forget this,But it’s true.Everything about youAnd me and everything else around you.Is a miracle.So many perfect things had to come into place,For you to be standing here today.So smile sweet heart.Cause you are a beautiful phenomenonThat was created by miraculous chance.
This is anxietyIt's the constant feeling of not quite rightand I don't know why I feel this way but it hurts(but not in ways that others can understand)and it's the tension in your chest, the rising waterthe aching muscles and the clenching in your coreThat never leavesIt's the headache that never quite fades,just hurts sometimes more than others.It's the constant need to move with your racing thoughts—to bounce or twitch orglance around the room every three seconds just to make sure you're not being watched, you're not being judgedIt's two a.m. and you're lyingfacedown on top of hot sheets, such an empty shellyou don't even have the energy to cry over how tired you arewondering if there's any way to turn your mind off,when you can't even remember what sleep feels like because it's been so longsince you really had a true rest.It's wandering through your days almostwalking into that door andnot catching half of what your teacher says because your eyes hurt
untitledthere are a thousandunwritten love letters in your eyesnow I keep thinking aboutgravityand the color greenall I know is thatmy skull's beenovertaken mapped cleanwith inkwarriors traversing well worn pathsboots leaving tracks acrosschests and necksand it's comfortablethis sinkingit's not like drowningmore like slowly loweringinto hot bathwaterand we are just skin and cosmosbodies and wordsour tongues landlockedwe are adrift inour own little seawe've plucked our wingsand now we can't flytell me the truththat the sky's overratedI'd rather be with youon the groundor buried beneath itskeletons entwined truthfullyI've always thought heaven was a pretty sort of liebut I've read a book or twoabout heavenor people's idea of itat leastand I disagree with myselfpopping thought balloonson the idea that heavenis in the way your eyes fold origami swans when you smilethat shitty laughthat hollow above your heartlike your chest's caving i
novelthere’s tea you still need to drink.you left it on the counter again, because you’realways forgetting where you put it.it’s probably cold by now, butit’s there for whenever you’re ready.here’s a blanket to lose yourself in.you don’t have to give it back.here’s another book i thinkwill make you cry if i ever find the courageto give it to you. i’ve underlined everyline that made me want to scream, that made mewant to rip out my hair and destroy everythingbeautiful about myself, that made me want todrive across a desert in the middle of the night,that made me fall in love with everything wonderfulthe universe has left to give me.i can’t find the words to tell you what it’s about.i guess it’s about growing up and finding lovebut it’s also about figuring out how to exist comfortablyand it’s about people who are good and people whoare not always good and the things they do and the worlds t
MaskMaskA maskWear a maskI wear a maskA mask that hides my faceA face that expresses my painA pain that rules my heartA heart that is truly in vain