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Kellin Nov 2017
Assault so hungry for your bones
Your shadow resides on my wall
Void in my chest
I hope you can find rest
Kellin Nov 2017
Tell me great painter?
Do I end up Happy?

Or was my fate decided the day you chose to paint me black and grey?

No pastels of vivid lush meadows
Or bright sunsets

No; just soft hues of inky misconfiguration
Blurred lines on page
Depression as its finest. Questioning why i was born this way. What is normal?
Kellin Nov 2017
My eyes roll back
As the world fades.
I
exhale desolation,
And let my phone die just like the feelings inside me.
Kellin Oct 2017
If the man in the mirror wasn't always first, then maybe loving you wouldn't have to hurt.
I am a selfish, destructive, lying human. Why do I exist?
Kellin Oct 2017
My life rarely fits
The picture I draw up
In my head
I have this idea life perfect life yet it's all just a facade.
Kellin Oct 2017
I struggle to hold on to you.
With love comes decay.
Kellin Oct 2017
Green eyes telling you lies.
Brown eyes painfully seeking the truth.

Green hides, loathing, despondent.
Green is actually blue, the darkest shade perhaps this is true.

Brown discloses, inflamed, aggrieved.
Brown cannot discern the truth, troubled mind resides.

Green wants dissolution
Everything I have ever done is because I am ashamed to tell you that I hate my existence. I am sorry
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