As I grow older, many will envy my good memory
If I could give my memories away I would
But I'm drinking too much to try to release them
Instead, I'm crouched over the toilet and they've made a home in my throat
And all that is coming up is ***** and tears
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
Someone said when faced with a decision
always take the hardest one
because that is the one that will help you grow
But why would I pick the stubborn, drug addict boy
When I could go with the boy who is smart and truly cares about me?
Why would I go out with these girls who don't care,
When I could be at home watching tv with my mother?
I could tell you said it, but it wouldn't be relevant
because yes, I'm growing, but into a person I despise.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
I waited three days
In hopes that your love
Would resurrect like Jesus did
But you're not strong enough
To move the boulder
Covering your heart.
And I'm not strong enough
To be Mary and wait for you.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
The underneath of my eyelids
show your jet black hair and
your band t-shirts.
My brain produces your voice
like a fire alarm, but I can't get out.
You called me your little dear,
but I was a fool to think
you picked this animal
in an exotic jungle.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
I hope she fits in the spaces you spent so much time putting between us.
I hope her lips taste like candy and they replace to addiction to cigarettes.
I hope she pulls out the best in you even when you feel like the devil himself.
I hope that you don't say the same things to her you said to me.
I hope you love her a little less than you did with me.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC
Music is supposed to make us feel happy, so why is it that whenever I click shuffle I have to skip songs in order to not cry because they all have you in them?
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
And I'm lacking all affection
Even though you believe we have a connection
I can't take it back
I feel like I'm under attack
I didn't imagine it this way
So now here I lay
with my mirrors facing down
because looking at myself I frown
I'm not me anymore
I just feel like an easy *****
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC
Your words removed the straps from my shirt
and they unhinged the clasp to my bra.
Your rough and frigid hands glide over my chest
and I couldn't help but blush.
I told you you weren't supposed to be doing this.
You told me, she did it too, why can't I?
My chapped lips were wetted by you.
But now my eyes can't see to become dry either.
You're actions forced me out of that car
And baby, I ain't ever coming back.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 6:37 PM UTC
Childhood is supposed to be sweet.
Instead, I remember crying for my mom every Tuesday night.
Childhood is supposed to be spent with family.
So why did I meet so many of my fathers "friends"?
Childhood is supposed to be happy.
According to my therapist, it's the root of my problems.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
What is behind the golden gate?
Is it fluffy clouds
and nothing has hate?
Will my body stay six feet under?
Or is there a new land
without rain or thunder?
Will the darkness disappear?
Will the light of God
wash over me as deceased friends reappear?
Some say to live would be an awfully big adventure,
But when I pass, I can't wait to explore where I venture
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC