Every time your eyes told me
this was going to get better,
I strangled every nerve,
pushed them out of my skin.

And every time you told me to move on,
I broke my own bones,
but it was you
who I wanted to be hurt by it,
it was you I wanted to break.

Please tell me at least once I did.

When I'm sad I can't speak
So I write because it gives me hope

The hate is killing me.

These cigarettes hate you.
This beer hates you.
These shots of brandy hate you.
The blunt hates you.

But I swear I still love you.

I stared out from on top of the world and saw it all
It didn't matter the size, that it all looked so small
I could see it,
feel it,
smell it,
taste it,
breathe it
For once, in my measly days that I call a life, it was mine

I can't give up my piece of the sky, because when I do I know that I'll die
And then what? Then what was this all for?
If I'm trading the sky for the disease infused floor

I hate it
I hate my entire life
I don't know why I'm even here most of my pathetic and wasted time

I find beauty everywhere I go, but it doesn't make me smile, it brings me pain
And I'm not sure when or if I'll learn to enjoy things I liked again
I'm just so tired, I want to *****
But I can't sleep more than a wink
I barely sleep enough to even notice that I blink
Because all I do is just sit there and think

I don't want this, anymore
I'd like to give it back
Will you please just take my life, and let me start a new one
I ****** this one up too much

We were on the train,
Traveling from Amsterdam back home.
There was this adorable little kid,
He asked me to play with his toy car.
We played for about fifteen minutes,
Before his mom said he had to go,
The little kid was so upset and yelled:
But I want to keep playing with that boy.
He made my day.
He was closer to the true than everyone else,
Correcting his so called mistake.
That adorable little kid made my day by calling me a boy,
And for now one person is enough.

So selfish  
So unsuspecting
Who will be there for you
when you're done projecting?

Imagine having as many hearts as you have hands.

Imagine one Doesn't Belong to you.

Imagine how easy it is to juggle two things

Imagine how hard it is to juggle three things.

Imagine catching three hearts

Imagine dropping one

Imagine picking it back up.

Imagine juggling four hearts.

Imagine being so talented you can catch two in each hand.

One day.

Imagine the one heart
covered in bruises.

Always dropped.
Always picked back up.

Imagine it doesn't belong to you