I saw you by the window, thought you were crying alone. I reached out to you and held your hand It was wet with red liquid gushing out of the broken wrist 'nd I realised you were dying alone
"I hate my life." "I want to die.'" It's what they all say But really All they want Is for life to be perfect And if that's what they're waiting for Then they might as well just **** themselves Because life will never be perfect It is messy And crazy And incomprehensible sometimes But if there was no darkness Was there ever any light?
I don't really understand this myself. Tell me what you think it's trying to say because I surely don't know.
my words have always been the strongest part of me. solid, loud; they scream my thoughts for me when i can't even get out a whisper... but lately i haven't been writing as much. my once resilient syllables are now translucent snowflakes floating in the air, shattering on my bedroom floor with each tear. they are unsure of themselves, a string of vowels and consonants so violently aware that there's been a change; my words have finally failed me. -a.c.b