Sometimes I wish you'd leave me alone. Disappear from my life the same way you showed up one day. Randomly. Unapologetically. Not a care in the world for where it would go. Sometimes I wish you'd go away. Take the lies, false promises, lack of effort... Take it all away and bury it. Let it become one with the earth, like I wish to be without you. Cause sometimes I wish you'd get lost. In the woods, in yourself, in someone else. Just get lost and don't respond to the missing p

Tearing apart myself, while their cries echo in my head. Let me out, let me out But I can't, stuck in a meat sack with no sense. Is this really in my head? They cry and fight, cry some more. Let me go. Trying to rip me apart like stale bread. I'm breaking down and crumbling. Fragile, flimsy meat sack. Let me out, let me out. I tried to ask who, but nothing was said. Release me, please. This feels much too real, am I jinxed or dead? I can't escape, can't move, can't see. Let m

The disconnect. At first a shallow trench, worming it's way through your bones. You see it, "I'll catch myself," you'll say. Till it burrows deeper, blasting through your rib cage. Your brain, a bomb, ready to go off, throwing grenades in trenches, sealing your fate. Just a disconnect. But time is no longer real, and you can't find your feet. "I'll catch myself," you said. Flailing through the battlefield, for anything to catch onto. Yet there's no longer a warzone, you don't

Now I can understand why. My eyes have opened wide. My parents deserted me and I am but a child. I wish I could say, what really made me this way. I had a choice, chose grow up. Now it's my time to pay. This blanket may be warm, but outside there is a storm. I am really scared. Please someone come home. One day that blanket tore. I know, I promised, I swore. My choice, grew up, I was stuck. Still not more than a child. This storms' inside my head. I thought this would help me

Oh darling, your secrets. Tell me all your secrets. You sweetheart, yes you. Let me be your personal diary. My darling, come here. Let me love you right. I know baby, it's not easy. Let me show you something better. You've heard it, a million times before. I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise. My darling, I'm here for you, and everything that comes with. Give me a dance. Just one, I'll show you you're worth it. Tell me baby, all your secrets. I know you're worth it.

Give me a reason. You’re the reason I have a weakness. Give me a reason. You’re the reason I have a soft spot. Give me a reason. That all you have is bad news. Give me a reason. As to why I “don’t care”. Because I care. Best believe. Yes, I care. Give me a reason. You don’t wanna spend that time on us. Give me reason. I know all the stories from your background. Give me a reason. Why we don’t speak at all. Give me a reason. We argue with are hands tied. Because I’m here. Best

I am full of warmth and affection. It's only our connection. It's only all for him. I wish, you could see yourself through my eyes, reflection. I am full of fondness. So much tenderness. All the love that I have for him, and it's not even kindness. I am full of ambition, with a vision, and such a passion for him. It's not just an illusion. I am full of curiosity. You'd think it an atrocity. But I'm just a bit wild. Ferocity. I am full of optimism. And a little heroism. Not a

I am full of lies. But no one sees it in my eyes. Lies as simple, as I am fine. I am full unwanted love. So I fly away like a dove. Things as simple, as unrequited love. I am full of colors. Something I can't see, colors. Everything is grey, but I dream of you in colors. I am full of unused application. Lacking any form of motivation. All I feel is shades of blue. Not even any, determination. I am full of useless philosophy. Nothing that I know, I need. Like how pi is 3.14159

What is infatuation? And... What is love? Well, being carried away, by an unreasonable amount of passion, well, that's infatuation. A big fat lie. And love is like, well. There's a bunch of emotions, and behaviors, and beliefs. A lot of strong feelings, like, well, uhm. People say they feel protected, and warm inside, but that they have to respect each other. So what if every relationship, in the entire world, was built on infatuation? What is love?

How do you miss the sight... glistening cheeks? world falling? glittery sleeves? curtain close? How do you miss the sound... silent scream? fatal falls? shattering hearts? curtain close? How do you miss the smell... having fun? being alive? painkillers? curtain close? How do you miss the taste... of hate? night terrors? another's lips? curtain close? How do you miss the feel... glass shards? of their body on yours? dripping on the floor? curtain close? Do you miss me... or my

I pray to God. To get me through this night. This night I'm stuck alone. I'm on my knees. I swear to God. I'm so drunk off his memory. Now I'm stuck in my head. I'm on my knees. I pray to God. I know what I lost. But I don't want them back. I'm on my knees. I swear to God. I want you. But you both left. I'm on my knees. I pray to God. On God, I pray. I'm begging please. I'm on my knees.

Pinky Promises, aren't just for friends. They're for lovers, and strangers, and bus mates, and enemies. Pinky Promises, are for strangers. When you promise, to be friends forever, be there when they need it, and call every night. Pinky Promises, are for bus mates. I solemnly swear to: always crack jokes, never leave you alone, and ship you with everyone else but me. Pinky Promises, are for enemies. A promise to hate each other, to always fight, and to never get along. Pinky P

Just a fling? Yes, just a summer. Just to push the swing. Phone starts to ring. It's him. It's him. Lights go dim. Not even ten. Crying myself to sleep is a chore. But it's never been this easy before. Everyone says I'm done for. Suddenly caught, I'm in a war. For him, yeah him. Let me go out on a limb, to tell you I was dreaming of him. Mind on relay. Him on replay. Let us go dump our tray. Yet here we lay. Thought it was just my dream. We make a pretty good team. Again, to

Part 3: Just to create a bond. Of him, she is pretty fond. Like an angel, sent to protect her. He who has never left her. He treats it as more than a job. Her heart, he will rob. Even if saving her will send him to hell. You best believe he'll do that well. Their promise for forever. Not even a knife could sever. Yeah she'd be blue without you. No I promise it's true.

Part 2: Tomorrow she'll put up a fight. And then, she sees a light. It tells her not to run. And that he'll be brought into the sun. He steps out of the shadows. And suddenly she froze. But this guy isn't him. All she has to do is swim. Swim, swim across the angelic pond. Just to create a bond.

Close your eyes. Make a wish. Draw a flower. And don't slit your wrist. If it fades. Or if it dies. Simply draw it again. It's okay to cry.