A message to the brokenYou drown yourselfin liquid sorrows,letting the salty messburn your wounds,and the sadnessto drip in your mouth,consuming your wordsand you sayyou deserve the pain,but I want to dry your face,and whisper in your earhow the clouds cry too,while they hold such beauty,and so do you.
Melancholy thoughtsI tastethe sweetnessin your words,only to wonderhow many othershave tastedthem too.
Cement HeartI built a wallaround my heart,and sworeI'd never let you inbut the more time thatI spend with you,allows the beatsto crackthe cement.
IntrovertEveryone's tryingto get out ofthe shadowof their parents-I'm here tryingto get out ofthe shadowof myself.
Young LoveI was so youngwhen I first heardthe beats of my heartpulse lightly upon my ribcage;my toothpick bonesquite fragilein comparisonto the powerful palpitationsAnd I was still youngwhen I heard againthe throbs of my heartpound forcefully upon my ribcage;my metal bar bonesquite strongin relationto the butterfly-wing beatsSo you better hurry, boyas my ribs are becomingthick as steel,and you’ll soon need a metal cutterto reach my heart(And I don’t want to get damaged in the process of being loved).
Lonely:When you'reso unwantedthat evenyour thoughtschooseto exityour company.
Candle WaxYou meltmy heartlike candle wax,but I'm afraidover timeI'll getburnt.
GoodbyeI want to mutter a million things,but they’re catching in my throatAnd my heart is heavy in my chest,with a weight that holds a heavy loadThis weight is not a pound of gold,but rather a pound of worthless rocksAnd now I’m spitting bits of gravelas I try to talk
When you care too muchI'm so afraidof losing peoplethat I attachmyselflike a leechand nowI'm stuck heresucking lifeout of everyoneI tryto reach.
SavedYour tangled up soulhas taken a toll,Hiding dark and deepthe secrets you keepThe tears you have shedfrom thoughts in your head,Dear they were all fiction:a made up addictionI want you to knowI see through the show,I know that your eyestell genuine liesI watch as you feignas you’re still in pain,And my soul will be toountil I have saved you
Apologies to a friendYou pour your heart out to me,and are willingto submerge mein an oceanof loveyet when I see the waterrushing towards me,I convince myselfI don't liketo swim
You're worth so much moreShe was the typeto cut her wrists,and then swallow therazor blade,because looking at whatshe'd donewas even harderto digestbut I want to tell herto let the emotionss l p i lout of her mouth,instead of herskin,and that I'll gladlylet the words slice me,if it meansit'll saveher wrists.
Death isn't a fresh perspectiveI saw my motherswallowing something smallwhen I was just a childThe anguish in her eyesfaded, as she told meit was just atic-tac,with a little extra kickmaybe years later,that's how I convincedmyselfto swallow fifteen,thinking it'dgive me a fresh perspective;in the end,my breath reekedof deathinstead of mint.
LungsMaybe ifour lungsexhaled moneyinstead ofcarbon dioxide,we'd valuelifea little more(or maybe we'd just go broke).
You only fly for a little whileShe was just four years oldkicking her feetharder and harder,as the swingset creakedand crackedShe finally reached the peak,jumped off,and said,"Mama, I'm gonna fly."and so she did;three feet into the air,sticking the landinglike a gymnastAnd I wonder everydayif those were the same wordsshe mutteredbefore jumping off that bridge,unable to remember,you only fly for a little while.
Railroad TracksYou drawrailroad trackson your wristhoping themetal-made grooveswill takeyou somewherebetterBut these tracksyou're chugging along ononly put youon a trainthat is zoomingtoward a deep,dark tunnelAnd at the end of this tunnel,there is no light.
the dead and the dyingthe funny thing abouthumans is thatwe think we areinvincible and immortalgods.no—we're allroadkill,living ina tainted worldwhere cars drivetoo damn fast.and me,well,i just try toget by withoutbeing hitmore than once.
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever andcrossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,I could only believe those wordslodged in your heartlike they did minebecause every time I think backI can't help but remember thelate-night conversationsunder star lit constellations,and study sessions where welearned more about each otherthan we did Biology but now it's clearthat each beat of your hearthas made those words fade,and you could care lessabout crossed pinkiesbut I'll still see you,and hear your voicewhisperingforever, and I'll still wishthe meaning hadn't changed-like you.
DifferenceTo be lonely is painful,To be alone is liberating.
Sanctuary?Shadows Can't Follow You In The Dark.
.what doesn't kill youcomes back with something strongerto finish the job
We see different starsWe see different starsWhile yours shine throughoutthe darkness of your night,light the way into your sky,and hold your wishes tilthey finally come true,mine reflect in the murky filthfrom which they can be seenacting as disgusting mirrorsinto a world which cannot be mine
.you buried me deep and called it a triumph,but you never realized -I'm a seed.
one.you told me that lifewas full ofcolor... thenwhy do mytearsrungrey.
-she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.
ProblemsHatred, whether based onYour looksYour personalityYour smileYour tearsYour realityYour fantasiesYour happinessYour depressionYour honestyLiesFeelingsDreamsGoalsWishes..Hatred,Hatred is the problem.Not you.
.listen to your heart;it is the one that knows bestof the inner dark
It's okay to be imperfectThe moonhas craterstoo,and lookhow brightit shines,even inthe darkestof times.