Still I’ve hit the ceiling But the fan hasn’t cut me There is no point in running When you only feel exposed Still I’m in the sunlight So how the hell can I hide? I can feel the end coming We are closer to being closed
This would make a great chorus/hook. I know it doesn’t translate without the melody. Morbid first two lines, huh?
I held the keys to the jail Stole them from my cell Between Earth and Hell That’s where I’ve felt Paint the gold a silver That’s why the mirror hurts I’m not worthless, but I’m less worth
We used to spill colors in the good days Now we reminisce in small conversations Heaven came, at least it seemed that way Cover my outline in a rainbow creation I could have sworn I glowed for a second Now living in the moment feels more precious It’s crazy where everyone came and went From where we started to where we end
I’m writing this before I write the poem/piece. I’m just gonna put some stuff down and see what comes.
Today is a day to be thankful for everything our mother's have done for us. I know I could have never gotten through my life without my mom. Happy Mother's Day!
I'd like to take myself apart With children's safety scissors Cut my body into strips for a collage And paste it back together With a cheap glue stick In whatever shapes I want I want to push the scraps into the trash
Or maybe I'll take parts of me off with a seam ripper and add new ones Like a patchwork toy Maybe then I would see myself As fixed Because I'm sick of hating what I see But I dont want to be What other people call perfect I just don't want to be me anymore