𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷𝟼 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜
𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎
𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝.
𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖
𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑
𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚢
𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢.

Here I am, doing fine again
Where I am, burning down again

In the ashes I found my friend
Gave me warmth he would lend

Now alone, here I am
Cold as stone, where I am

You can always tell a self destructive writer
By their poetry

Because sometimes they are redundant
And other times they are expressing pain

But they always tell a story of being hurt
And locked into their own head

But this my dear, is why they write
Because the person in their head is trying to get out

Self destructive writers
Are usually dark

But when they are light
They tell you how perfect you are

So that you don't do the same thing
That they did to themselves

Self destructive writers
Don't want you to make their scars
On your arms

here's to the moments when
you're so in love that it consumes you
like falling into a bottomless pit
that leads to nowhere.

and you know no one can save you,
not even yourself.

I'm driving home
like everyday
trapped in the traffic.
All is gray.
All is okay.
It rains.
I don't feel
cold or warm.
I just see what happens.

I feel like I wanna drown in the acid those bones hurt inside.
There's something I can't explain, just confusion, behind the eyes.
There are things you can only talk with yourself.
They won't understand,
they don't know.

Listen to the sound of nature.
It's calling out your grave,
that's the existence.
Around me I see
you're all falling,
you're all lost.

A voice in the head calling me,
it's screaming help and crying deep.
The sound of fists on the wall of my mind.
Someone is punching hard from the inside

Shut up!
I need silence to sleep.

Those rain drops on the glass
remind me you're all passing by.
Their weak colors are like your lifes:
confused and obfuscated.

...and now i'm home,
but what is home?
I don't know what is true.
I can't wake up,
would I ever wake up?

It's time to stop thinking

Let Sleep

The mad
do not truly exist
in our world.

They live in their own
so their madness
makes sense.