awakening each morning she just wants to be sedated to lose herself in that mess of mi… where she’s appreciated in each effort she counts
stuck beside myself all night I hear your echo in my sleep a simple pro and con of sorts as I’m trying not to creep on wanting words and wording wants
you don’t want to be with me, I get it. but I’m the best option you’ve got… are you with me? I’ve waited a very long time to lo…
have you seen my fire? I’ve misplaced it. somewhere in my darkest resentment… hidden along with my fear of failu… and drive to be my own character
the girl behind my eyes can’t see… it’s like a phantom in glass, you… not quite an image, you can see ri… but I see, that this wraith isn’t… whispers of malice I’ve never spok…
what would you call 'bad’? what would you say is worse? admitting that you tried, or admitting that you hurt? in telling all my following
I’m the only one left stumbling he… and I just want to walk away. Like those I know from long ago and decided not to stay. To my not so dear past lessons lea…
it’s something lost in translation something for you to find.. something left at the station to turn back and retrace your footsteps
is it a penchant for self-loathing… my mind has a habit of deviation filling answers with questions tha… my heart has a practice of exhumat… and forgiving the most cold-bloode…
I think to myself– if people were rain I’d be a drizzle and you a hurricane I float through existence
if I were to tear away strands of my heart pull away pieces and rip it apart.. would you still call me lovely?
tell me your secrets and I’ll tell you my lies bare the truth of each moment I’ve truly despised if you tell me your secrets
the holder, beholder ahead of your game with nothing to lose but your face and your name divisions, provisions
this little girl, grown too cold no drive to divert, no hand to fol… in showing who’s growing up, misery unfolds unknowing, ongoing
how could you people even care anymore spiteful youth give it up what the fuck are you fighting for…