I let ****** borrow my heart and she stuck it on the shelf
time couldn’t tell for there are no words
just empty vessels, boredom and thoughts she wrestles
I guess that’s better than being empty
Tempt me, I bent me and now I’m falling apart
But not off, for I was better off offed and alone
You are the velvet to my throne at which you sit
I am the jester, pain digester, who grew past 16

I learned a lot of things growing up
how to be one with with yourself but
how to be none to someone else
I resent I digest I digress moving forward with the rest
so I don’t obsess but I can’t help but stress
how uncalled for this is, but I need you more than
I can describe and what the doctor prescribed
doesn’t keep me alive
saw me kissing death not you

The guilt is the trip
The trip is the fall
She leaves with the wind

Let the gloom consume
Until it's something descriptive
Let your thoughts be written
But never scripted
It's pouring rain over the horizon

Oh the broken, how we our counterparts
The bent may not fit exact
but it feels right in our hearts

Melancholy call my name
I wanna hear your thoughts
I wanna feel your pain
the past is back and it's here to stay
oh how I live in yesterday

You half felt the feelings that you made hard
You didn't want to be alone
You lived through your hell
But you can't reap what you've sown
outgrown, no home
what is it to suffer?