Pretty positive that in all of my lives this is how it will be.
I'll just be the Slutty Stripper that has an Alcohol and ******* problem.

It doesn't matter and I know I need to focus on myself right now but it's kind of hard when all of these love songs and heartbreak songs come on the radio and I see happy couples married, engaged, or just dating around and knowing in the back and front of my mind that all I have going for me is a life of Alcohol, *******, Prison, and Jail.

But that's okay.
Because I'd rather suffer this thing I call my life alone than drag someone through it that isn't skilled enough for the journey.

i fell for u more then most
the feelings that i have are no longer ghosts
once i confessed my love for u
i  finally found out if u felt it too
u told me u loved me but that was wrong
when i woke up all ur stuff was gone
i cried until i had no tears
and i realized that losing u was my biggest fear
and now there is nothing but darkness in my mind
and all i am now is someone who hides

roses are red
violets are blue
but the colors are fading
and so are u
every day u fade a little more
and when u finally leave
your blood is stained on my floor
from your wrist and mine stained forever
the scars on my arms remind me
of all the memories  
with the thoughts of u in mind
i realize that i cant survive
i put that rope around my neck
i finally take my last breath
a letter i have left  on my bed
saying i have killed myself to be with u
i hope now u can say u love me too

i may not have the skinniest hands
but i still want someone to hold them
i may not have the smallest waist
but i still want someone to cuddle me
and i may not let people in
but i still need someone to love me

Young and so carefree, Do you remember me?
Or know me by a different name or date?
Unless we died with our phases of the sun, or moon, i don't remember.

Dreaming away all the vicious thoughts of monsters eating men.
Or of serpents and spiders making cobwebs in what was your brain.
Not to be confused with a worm smoking a hookah upon a mushroom.
Treason among everything you've ever loved, soon to just be memories.

Grazing the teeth broken up by bullet holes
Exiting through the back of my head to stain the ceiling.
Trying to piece together...what your angle is.
Or perhaps the angle of blood splatter.

Another ghost crawling through the house tonight
Never speaking, only screaming for a heartbeat.
Open up the door and peer inside to see,
Trees of the strangest colors, teacups with golden gleams.
Hand me another cup let me drink the drug once more.
Even if I've done you wrong,
Remember how you love me so much? cough  cough

Create a lie and explain your actions,
Hold your tongue in fear that it will slip and tell all your secrets.
All the horrors you've done, the sickness you have.
Nothing but cold ice in which you chill everyone else.
Commit treason and tell me the truth
Even if i know you're still lying.