Please strike me down Wearing that ******* crown Sitting on a chair of bones You watched me rot Deep inside I bathe in gasoline so please Throw the match Start denying me I'd love to watch you scream You cannot judge Watch me swing from the rope Been dead for a while now Let me hang Spread my hands wishing To be a martyr But I'll never be remembered for that Just a mistake in your past
Trying to figure out Who I am Is like Trying to combine Bits and pieces Of shredded papers Sound bites that Don't go together Videos that Don't look like me Or at least Who I thought I was?
Fate beckons you onwards Not caring what you have Nor who you are What you leave behind Nor what you become In due time You will be a whisper Amongst those forgotten Begging the next person onwards
I understand why people Call it lovesick It can be meant in the way of You're toxic to my system And make me ill Or it can be meant in the way of When you stare at me I sweat And when you are gone I fret When you touch me I shiver And when you are gone I wither Personally? I love being lovesick.
Divination Sought out By Dreamers Sinners who Held out Desperation Controls those Who Don't Wanna Die Without somewhere To belong Pleading for Deliverance Enticing Dogma You Don't Believe in
Somehow it feels I've been misplaced Shouldn't be here now Wishing I had been there then Somehow it feels I've been replaced Can't be there now Praying I'll be there then
I get asked questions That I Have already tortured myself with For years I get defensive While being offered guidance I get fueled by false hope That someday I'll have the wherewithal To wake up Look myself in the mirror And be okay with what I see But for now Therapy blows chunks.
I go from 3 days of a slumber To pleasures and rage Hating me but lusting for you Times of hopelessness Thoughts of suicide To gripping a wheel Doing over 140 Self wallowing Hiding in darkness To feeling immortal Impulsive purchases And everytime this flip happens I feel half of me turn and Look the other way
as much as you stabbed me in the back as much as i slit both of my wrists as much as you squeezed my heart as much as i claimed to be alright suppose you should know you can't **** something that has already died
They say I need to move on Say I can't see the ghost of you Yet I don't even have that Memories that don't exist suddenly Photographs burned out of spite
I look in the rear view and Don't even have the ghost of you?
my eyes are always heavy and i know im not better my hands remain unsteady i know i shouldn't worry and i know youre fine since i left my crying only makes things blurry i guess i hope you miss me and i hope you know peace and love while i work through the misery
Where will you be When the party ends Metaphorically I ask Will you be covered In golden glitter Or passed out in the front yard Like a drunken *** Will you be safe at home Cause your friends cared Or jumping over fences Cause they gave up on you Will you be the one upstairs With someone you shouldn't Or praying to something for help When you thought you wouldn't The party always ends
Wallow in the joy Celebrate in the misery Never watered the roses Always played with the thorns Dying under a rainbow Living peacefully in the storm Drink the blood Waste the champagne Keep rotting with time To bide it entirely backwards
Confronting the words That dictate my headspace The same ones that make me Feel as if I do not belong here To look at a bottle of pills Hoping they would just fall Right down my throat So I could say I didn't do it The same ones that make me Feel as if I am not enough And never will be So I entertain ideations And wonder, why not?