I feel like I want to hurt, To show myself how beautiful this… The illusion makes me strong. I feel like I can’t get hurt, But I still hope for the pain of…
Last year seems years away. Last night seems lifetimes away. This moment seems like a dream.
I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.
While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling
You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.
I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.
Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.
Touch me for real. Touch me in your mind And all over my body With your chapped hands. Let your eyes undress me.
I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.
Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.
I came back from a mortal hell, But on my way home, I saw no white god, And I saw no golden spirit, And I saw no true son.
I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.
Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that
