You know when someone else ***** up
But you apologize first
Because being mad is too much effort
And you expect an apology back
But instead all you get is
"It's Okay"
Those seven letters make me think of seven more letters that describe my feelings for you:
**** you"
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
Spending the first minutes
Of the new year in
The shower
So I can cleanse myself
Of all the **** that happened
In 2014
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
No longer kissable
Not soft and plush
Cracked and sensative
Stinging inside
Layers ripped off
Simply unavoidable
Chapped lips are like my life
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC
It's not that I want to die
It's that I don't want to live anymore
Because there's a difference
Dying is for people who don't have a choice
Not living is for people who are too fragile to care
I guess I'm a fragile one
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
My 1 am thoughts
Make me wonder why I try
To impress myself
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
I'm
heartbroken
by
someone
who
never
really
wanted
me
anyways...
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
you did what I expected
I knew it from the start
you said you wanted me
but you chose her
and broke my heart
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
It's scary to think
love comes with so much pain, but
No one stops loving
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
I didn't ask to be in pain 24/7
I didn't ask to watch myself crumble
I didn't ask to see myself shot
I didn't ask to be broken
I didn't ask to watch blood seep from my skin
I didn't ask to see you love someone else
I didn't ask for this
I didn't ask to live
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
All those dark nights, lost and afraid.
Fighting the thoughts that come to invade.
Sitting alone, fresh blade in hand.
Gliding across the soft, fleshy land.
Droplets rise up, a dark liquid shade.
Out of the slashes and wounds that were made.
Forget the struggles, the tears that were shed.
Holding the knife stained permanent red.
Stare in the mirror and what do you see?
Pink, little cuts covering me.
Some on my ankles, my stomach and thighs.
More on my arms, but that's no surprise.
Still in denial, all is ok.
They don't go real deep, the scars fade away.
Not willing to stop, not ready yet.
This addictive behavior is full of regret...
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC