The moonlit sky hovers
a dark and empty street
A night submerged with wonder
and stillness

In a blissful voice, the night sang
about a faraway land,
where the pastures danced
and summer was everlasting

Lustrous knights roam the land
and the goblins lurks in the shadow
Like the darkness I lay on
As my bones relish in the calm
of this wonderful night

There's a spider in my bathroom, watching everything I do.

                    It watches me comb my hair, it watches me make poo.

He watches me in the shower, something like a human in a zoo.

                   He's even watching me now, as I write this note to you.

And you just might be thinking, oh wow, that's kinda cute.

           But the thing is that you aren't aware of Peter for his truth.

We've been in here for a week...
                                                                                      or a month...

                                                   maybe 2?

I've been trapped in here with Peter
                                                                   and I don't know what to do.

Today I looked at my belly, and said

I hate you.

Tomorrow, just a little less.

Me and Depression, have been ****** for years.
I've wiped away many tears, and even a few fears.
Been with self consciousness too so I avoid mirrors.
And lately flirting with anxiety so I avoid my peers.

Lifetimes aren't that long
Sometimes they truly aren't though
Sometimes they end too early
Sometimes they go before you know
But one thing you must know
Before you go
Is life goes to and fro
Enjoy the waves
Enjoy the boat ride...ya know?

Empty bottles, empty promises
Empty words, empty paper
How long does a friendship last?
A shirt is just a shirt
A shell is a burden
How long does love last?
I use to think forever and a day
But forever is just a moment
How many times have I tried?
Over and over
And over again
A bottle full of letters
Filled with broken promises
Words that once had meaning
Now empty and meaningless
That shirt that I bought for you
You can take it, have it
That love that I once shared with you
You can sell it trade it
Will I ever try again
Maybe but with a new bottle
Empty bottles, empty promises
Empty words, empty paper