It’s like waking up from your best… To find that it’s all gone. When you love someone who isn’t re… And you say, “I’m done.” It’s like swimming in Heaven,
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
If you’re happy, then I’m happy. I’ll be ok if you’re ok. I can’t die without you living. I won’t move on without you search… At night, do you think about me?
Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that
Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.
Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.
I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.
I cried out to God, And There was silence.
I’m so broken, And the glass stings were my façad… There’s nothing left to do. There’s nothing left to say. There’s no air left for me to brea…
I had no right To fall in love with you. All those times I promised you That I’d never fall in love again Were lies because I fell in love…
In seventh grade, I made you a po… But I tore it up into pieces Because it wasn’t good enough. In eighth grade, I made you a poe… But I left it under my bed
The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my
God, thank you For darkness, And fear, And death. Thank you