****** up head and BPD, girl, I know you wanted me
Wanna see me in the dirt, wanna see me in a skirt
I wanna be cute like you, let me feel your molecules
**** me hard inside the church, then I'll show you my cute skirt

Girl, you make me so warm
Without you, I'm so bored
Your voice is stuck inside my head
My blood spilled, it's really red
Come right here and lick it up
Kiss my neck and **** me up
**** me 'til the sun's up, **** me 'til I throw up

the mirrors image is telling me
to focus on health and priorities
to take care of myself and maybe eat
I have no clue what's wrong with me

meemaw hated roses
yet they surrounded her site.
the casket pink and rose gold
an awfully whimsical sight.

meemaw didn't like that song
you played it anyway
you are a liar in her memory
that's why she went away.

I, sunny semloh, am not a real person.
i am a figment, a fragment, a pigment, an attachment.
i am not a functioning body, i am a peace of a mind
i am not a full brain, i am whats behind.
i am not a full human, but a simple thought
a piece of someone, that others forgot.
i am not a real person, i am simply not
i cannot be perfect, i am filled with rot

I wanted to use the words of alchemy to
depict every sensation you brought me
Though instead I’ve ended up birthing a terrible sensitivity and great capacity for expressing the broken pieces of what is left.
I Never Wanted To Be A Poet.

I disgust myself
I am filthy in the head
I wish that I was dead
I'm hurting
I am disgusting and revolting
I hate my skin
My guts
My mind
I hate my thoughts
How they rewind
I wish I could turn red then purple then blue
Or red then white and charcoal
Maybe even stain one half of a tub red
I wish I could forgive
Don't forgive me
I am disgusting
I am revolting
I am everything wrong with our head