Laying on the bathroom floor.
I feel everything.
I feel nothing.
I need to cry.
I cant cry.
What are you doing to me?
Why are you trying to ruin me?
My eyes are shut, I cant see.
But I am glad I am blind.
Nothing to feel bad about.
Nothing to admire, no doubts.
Why do I write?
Why I am not to sure myself.
Its a high I get without a smoke.
This bathroom floor feels so cold.
So nice, so alone.
But what do you do in your alone time?
Leave it in the comments.

For now, life is great.
Just be happy.
Because "for now" does not last
forever.

I thought I knew love.
When I met you I thought I knew love.
The feeling of consumption when we kissed.
The air thickening.
You said you loved me too.
We would never be apart.
You held my hand so gently and promised a life filled with love.
How did you turn on me so quickly?
Through tears and pain?
I never wanted a goodbye.
But now I see clearly.
You were a damsel in distress.
And me? I was your prince charming.
But I couldn't be.
I didn't know how.
I couldn't even save myself.
So what is love?
Inevitable heartbreak.

You are crying. There is no one around but you. You are dying for some happiness. Smoking a joint filled with the best **** in town but your tears are making the wrap soggy and so fragile it breaks in your hand. A knock on your door. Your friend is here to cheer you up. She talks and talks and all the thoughtful words sink deep into your skin. Your heart begins to race while she expresses her favorite most frightening memories with you. You are getting hyper and having such a blast! You decided to invite some more friends. Quickly a party starts to emerge and you cant seem to get it under control. You are scared from all the riots and things breaking. The party is no longer in your hands. The cops arrive. The friend is *******, the party was an overdose. and the cops didn't make it in time.