I talk in my sleep
Spilling secrets i cannot bare to keep
In the morning my lips are shut, while the rest of me comes undone
My thoughts overflow into my lungs, making it hard to breath
I do not do it because i want to
I do not have control
Though i feel i must appologize because i know your heart takes a toll

I cannot admit that i need help.
I cannot show weakness,
Though its been strength thats kept me here this whole time

I'm covered in scars
Scars from the blade
Scars from climbing
Scars from reaching the top of the bridge
Scars from falling
But I am still here...and so are my scars

One, be anyone but yourself. The media frowns upon individuality

Two, become your flaws. The media says you are no more than how much your eating disorder will let you consume

Three, do not get help. The media tells you that keeping it inside makes you strong

Four, never deny a man the right to touch your body because the media tells you that is all you are worth

Falling in love
Is messed up enough
But when you fall in love with madness
It is a twisted sort of hell
It's not unlikely,
Oh no
Madness is a seducer
Holding the key to your soul
When you fall for insanity
You're drowning and gasping for air
Yet laughing and imploring
To be pulled further down,
Torn further and further
Away from your mind


But there is one thing you should know
Madness never will
Love you back

it seems I am out of place
filled with vacant conversations
and a weary heart
I'm not suicidal
but
I don't want to breath,
Breathing is thinking
I don't want to think.
I don't want to feel.
it seems I am out of place
and a weary heart and heavy mind are not easily mended with vacant conversations
I'm not suicidal
I just want this void to fill.

Why do I still write about the pain of the blade when it hasn't kissed my hips for months
Why do I still write about you when you have not kissed my lips for even longer