Live the life I lust for. I'll live vicariously through you.

What is suicide when your soul has already died?

How is she?

how are we?*

What about me? Dead.

The tree portrays trust to tangle in the winds gusts.

Allow your mind to envelope my words in ways the leaves move freely.

Entwine with my body, silent secrets, sweet something's, shadow my sheer sorrow.

lives so carelessly..
grace and violence..
Try to fathom the truth..
has me in a trance..
Pours down.. washes it all away.
All in ways I wish my mind would..
Stand in the center.. Wash me away..
No worries. No pain..
Clear headed..
 It deserves more credit.
Simplest of thing can better your life as long as you let it.

Trust is hard to come by.

What's harder is knowing you're the reason why.

We think and we love and we go deeper without regret.
Until we let out the truth and bet it's loves debt which is owed to us. Nothing's given. It's bound.
Loves merely the quest that leaves us lost.
I think this is the moment i've been found.

There's a desire for those to feel your pain. To see if their action are matched, to prove you're sane. Or there otherwise to show you're wrong.. Instead of throwing someone else under the bus, it ends up being where you belong.  Share your story, let it be known. Actions speak louder than words so let them be shown. Silence itself can say so much on it's own.. Your heart speaks out, but let it speak slow.

Tell me what I am, tell me what to do.. Or just tell me a lie, if it's better than the truth..Cause if my thoughts happen to be true, I'm sure I'd rather just die than to continue to fall for you..

Let my arms be your cradle.

If not my arms, my words,

cause they can be heard, saved for later.

Broken hearts and empty promises.

Eyes closed, minds tore wide open.

Hopes up, and I'm thrown down.

You left me again, without a ******* sound.

Every night before I sleep, it's the same routine,
I lay here with thoughts thinking what they all mean.
I think about you and the memories are haunting,
and then I think of us and I feel like i'm taunted.
Tonight i'm thinking of changing that as I lay in my bed,
i'll close my eyes, bang bang, I'm dead.
The memories are like dreams not so easily forgotten,
I think of some memories as nightmares i've fought.
Im distraught cause I don't want to cry, I wish you'd come back.
I love you so much, and my mind seems to lack,
in having a longing in the idea of another.
I'm still mourning over my twin flame that I smothered.