her and i exist silently trapped in a cold room
absorbing apathy from our glasses, slowly with caution.
afraid to touch, afraid to feel.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
im a burning lake surrounded
by witches and demons warming themselves up, while smoking cannibas and dmt conversing about nebula rings and time traveling.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
mom walks in my room
mom: im so ******* disappointed
in you!
me:
mom: you ******* piece of ****
walks out
me: ( slits wrists, over doses and
listens to kid cudi. )
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
mom & everyone hates
me now, and all i do is
sit in the corner of
my lightless, cold, brutal
mind and carve images of
words that mad me cry all
over these arms.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 3:23 AM UTC
i loved you everyday
of my existence,
and you loved me less
each day up until i died
of not enough love.
i rose again in the next
life and loved a fragment
of you.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 9:33 AM UTC
her heart is sweaty,
skin smells of anxiety
from all the lies she told
the boy that killed himself
with words hanging in his
brain.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
The Purity Scent Of Dead Poems
That Committed Suicide.
Rest In Ink.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC