I was not supposed to get this far;
I should not breathe this air.
I'm riding a wave of borrowed time
I don't believe is fair.
I'm older and wiser
and fatter and poorer
and I'm burning my fuse
at both ends
But tomorrow I'll wake up
and put on my make up
And try not to let down my friends.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
I can't explain the thrill I get
When he sweetly holds my hand,
After a morning of wrapping those same
Fingers around my throat.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
"No!" she shouted,
Pushing herself as far into her bed as she could.
Pressing her hands over her ears,
blocking out everything
but the music
blasting in from her ear buds.
She dissolved into the sound,
Forcing her mind
To let go
Of feelings such as touch and smell
Until she was weightless,
Floating into a void
Rather than sitting in the smog
Of cigarette smoke and alcohol
That was omnipresent in her house.
Just relax, she thought.
Letting the guitars and voices
Of her saviors wash over her,
She fell into a half sleep,
Where the only thing
Other than the music
Was the longing to live here,
Endlessly,
In a void of nothing.
Because if there's one thing she'd learned,
It was better to feel nothing at all
Than nothing but pain.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
School
Seven
******
Hours
Of
Our
Lives,
Feels like we're tied
Up in a world
Full of people trying to
bring us down.
In four years I've watched
My best friends' smiles
Turn to frowns
Only to be replaced by
Red lines on skin,
Straight like the coke she snorts
Just to get high
And FEEL something
For a little while.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:23 AM UTC
You cut me open with words of hate
You filled my gut with lies
You made me think the worst of thoughts
You made me hate my life
But I would do it all again
So your bullets wouldn't hit her
You ******* drunk just stay away
Don't touch my little sister
Daddy you're the devil
Without the trace of an angle's grin
So finish off that bottle because
Your heart is lost in sin
I'm all grown up and far away
I'm sure you miss your punching bag
Can't you see how beautiful she is?
Please, don't ******* hurt her, Dad
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
Same song, different tune
Cuts so fresh, but they're not new
Weeping softly, think of you
And open up the veins so blue.
I'm sorry.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
Oh, I have been released.
My river had dried.
I was dying of thirst.
But now words flood my mind.
I want to make,
To create.
To BE.
Oh, I have been released,
And nothing could feel
So good.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
On the year that we met,
You wore all black
I wore baggy clothes
And greasy hair.
Yet you saw through the acne
And the atrocious appearance,
And I saw a light
In the dark.
You took my shyness
And replaced it with strength.
And I am forever
Grateful.
On the second year
My clothes fit
Though they were oft’ stained
Splattered with paint
And you were away with band.
You’d pick on my crush,
And we fought.
But at the end of the day
You’d still call and say sorry
And I would cry,
And you’d tell me it would be fine.
And things would be fine.
The third year was a charm
You grew up faster
I wore tie die
You wore skinny jeans.
We never left the other’s side.
People would call us names
But you just laughed
And kept your head held high
And taught me to do
The same.
The fourth year was a tragedy.
News like a spark
Our whole world burning down
And yet that last day
You still let me cry on your shoulder
In the middle of band
And stayed strong for me
Even though we both knew
It hurt.
The fifth year was a struggle
10 hours
Like a force field
Keeping us apart.
Tears were shed.
My life was changing.
But you were always there
Like a rock
Unmoving.
This sixth year has been a miracle.
I did not think I would see the end of it.
But the miracle is that I will.
And the miracle was you.
Who told me to shut up.
Who taught me to wake up.
And thanks to you
And all of your strength
There will be a seventh year.
And an eighth.
And many more to come.
Friendship is like Love.
It is seldom true
Or pure.
But our friendship is both.
And I wouldn’t trade it
For anything
In this beautiful
Beautiful
World.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 4:59 AM UTC
This is not a suicide
Ignore the bullet through my eye
The carpet splattered with my blood
Just shows you what the world has done
To me.
Just wait and see.
This is me breaking lose and running free
The product of society.
When Fake is real
And Real’s a lie.
Just goes to show that no one tries.
We just can’t help ourselves,
We doom the world.
The future of every boy and girl.
Dying trees and smog filled air.
I can’t be the only one that cares.
They tell us to express ourselves
While telling us how we should think
It’s like they throw us in the ocean
Then say that it’s okay to sink!
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 1:37 AM UTC
I'm done putting faith
In the Faithless.
I'm done giving my heart
To the Heartless.
I'm done trying so hard
For the Lazy.
So now, I'm living
For Me.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC