To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking