Getting out of bed in the morning
Is a lot harder to do
When you have no one to wake for
And generally
No reason to live.

My hands are still shaking because I know I'll never speak to you again. I am still crying because I know I'll never hear your laughter again. I am still mourning over the idea of never hearing you cry again. I am still nervously laughing because I'll never hear your lies again. And maybe I never had time to let these sink in, because quite honestly I've never been so ****** up. But maybe I never was okay and now I'm letting you take the blame. For you are never going to be able to defend yourself again, and quite honestly, I'm still bitter.

The tree of life grows in a graveyard-
With my hands around the air,
I imagine you over there-
Sitting under the branches,
inhaling abuse
and
exhaling cursive.

I'm not usually one
To spill secrets

But as long as you don't
Pass it along
We'll be alright.

I guess I can share a few
As long as they aren't about you.

Actually they have to do
Entirely with myself.


As sad as it is,
Everyone around me
Thinks I've gone insane.

And I'd be lying if I said
I disagreed.

So listen here carefully
As I speak of me.

I'm very confused
About what to do.

They say that
Only people you know
Are in your dreams.

Which is why I can't seem
To ever fall asleep.

But also I never want
To be awoken.

Because that would mean
I'd have to see them.
And it's even worse
In my reality.

So where do I go?
Hopefully heaven.

Shhhh.
Please keep my secret.

You remind me of
Wilting roses.

Once so pretty
And full of life.

Now dying
And able to see the end.

Please don't be bothered
If I come along with you.

Because I can still see
All of your beauty.

For every action
There is an opposite, equal
Reaction.

That's what the chemists say,
But I promise I'm no scientist
And I, too, believe in this.

Every time you win,
Someone else loses.

Every new child brought into this world,
Another one exits.

And every angel that whispers encouragements,
A devil tells you even in hell you couldn't do it.

It's 3 am somewhere
And that's just another reason
For me to tell you this.

I think I've gone mad
I just might be insane.

Come along with me
And together we can be crazy.