Driving fast on an empty road I feel the eyes of a power above m… I don’t know who they belong to But I feel them watching over me My car now spins it flipped four t…
Today has been ever so bittersweet Because of me, you’ll lose your jo… I’ll miss seeing your face everyda… But because of me you’ll have a be… You don’t have the choice to start
Tonight I am high off of Being sleep deprived I can see electricity flow Throughout my room It travels in such small, yet incr…
March is often the slowest month Waiting for the snow to melt Watching it turn into muddy puddle… Wishing for warmer days You keep thinking about
Still by the the sea I hear seagulls laughing at me Mocking my misery They can tell that I’m in pain So why can’t you do the same?
Self amazed art Paint brushes form from my hair This world is a canvas And I’m a bright yellow aoura try… My rays shine bright onto windowsi…
Bars on my heart and bars on my so… Not allowed to ever show How I feel or how I want to feel A prison in my own body I don’t understand
I’m sitting in the Florida heat With Florida’s sun beaming down o… I’ve given my life a lot of though… I don’t like where I’ve been so I… Who I’ll become
I carve your name into a bathroom… Then I cross it out because we’ve… I just wish it was difficult for y… Because clearly I’ve lost all san… But you seem to be doing perfectly…
Today was a drag of a day A no good day at all My life flashed before my eyes tod… And I cried because I didn’t die
Lights go out So I lay my head Push aside the extra sheets on the… I’m cold but hot and feeling terri… The squeaking of the bedpost
One day you wake up And things start to change You think your’e just getting olde… But your hair isn’t grey But that’s the color of you life
With messy red hair and my toes in… I dream of a life free of my man No one to tell me what to say and… An innocent life one that he could…
Nights will fill my sinful head wi… My soul has a craving for darkness And I’m ready to bite There are colors aluminating off m… The glow of the moonlight hitting…
So many words scattered in my head… But when I write them down They tend to not make sense But isn’t that art? To be able to… Something so strange and personal–