you act protective
you have a good heart
but that's not what I hear
coming out of your mouth
I hate the way you talk
I hate the way you think
I think I might even hate you,
just a little bit

One thought
and that was death
nothing seemed to
haunt my mind
except for death
how tired I am
how worn out I am
I'm scared to open
my eyes every day
and start breathing

my thoughts are so loud
they tune out
the sounds of birds
my eyes are so dark
they block
the shades of green
and how would I
tell my mother
that this all started
when I was sixteen
that my mind
is like a machine
it works
and it works
and it works
and never stops

one thought
and that was death
please listen to my thoughts
as I have no choice
but to listen to my own

you don't understand
how easy it was for me
to fall out of love
with life
and how could I pray
to the God
who gave me a life
I no longer want

one thought
and that was death
I'm just waiting
to take my last breath
and get this all over with

most of my days
I don't feel like living
but today,
standing with you
sitting with you
laughing with you
it made me want
to keep living
it made me
wanting more
wishing more
being more
than what I am

sometimes I think,
that my thoughts are bigger than me.
sometimes I think,
my thoughts will consume me
sometimes I think,
this is too much
sometimes I think
and I think
and I think
til I about die from thinking.

take them
take them away from me
the words that are stuck
in my throat
the words that threaten
to come out of me
the words that suffocate me
the words I’d rather **** me
take them
take them all away from me

Please,
don’t wake me up tomorrow
just let me choke
on all my sobs and cries
til I can’t breathe
til I can’t see
til I am no longer here

It’s taunting me
A small pill
So white
So tiny
My world
Crashing,
crumbling down
Because of a very small
White pill

I just want to sleep
so I don't get to feel anything
and then I wonder,
when my last sleep is going to come
just so I don't get to feel anything
for a very long time

She was the kind who saw
the perfect in imperfect things

she sees the world through a different lens,
but maybe it's her eyes that reflect
the imperfect into perfectness

and how would she convince the world,
that what she sees is perfect as it is?

Please...
just anything that would change something,
within me...
within them...
just something...
anything...

put me out,
out of my misery

I wouldn't mind the feeling
that comes with it

how much it'll hurt
how much tears I'll shed
how much I'll bleed

I just want it to be over
so please, put me out
out of my misery