In the deepest of my despair I missed him,
With more than I had to give, and more than I could take,
It seemed as though the days were longer then normal,
And I was just waiting for him to come back.
I began to become consumed by every thought and hope,
I couldn't bare not to think about him,
He was something I would sell my own soul to get back,
Or maybe I already had.
My heart twisted and pulled right through my chest,
I laid in bed alone with my stomach in knots,
This bed is empty, it only hold me,
Lying in the darkness I didn't say I missed him,
Not verbally at least,
My body was all to aware of his absence,
I didn't have a spare thought to think,
All the people around me are staring,
But I'm to busy to care what they think,
I'm looking all around for anywhere he might be,
Searching desperately,
He consumes me,
Consumes me,
Consumed me.

I feel as if I am a king
The music sounds so
Beautiful to me
The violins and cello
Are wind through the willows
The piano's sweet tunes
A garden by moon
And her smile from a stone seat
The flowers spill perfume
On the stone walk
As she and I talk
The music is so sweet

your guilt trips aren't working on me anymore

there's a difference between craving support
and craving attention
there's a difference between being fragile
and actually knowing it

i am fragile
and i know it
and i respect it.

you don't respect me you just want to take all the good
and leave the bad
i used to be indifferent but i'm no longer
staying sad

for once i want what i deserve

all i want
is real love

you're still wearing a mask

A way to **** your soul?
Allow it to believe it is half of a whole.
Souls don't always belong to another;
not a father, a mother, a friend or a brother.

Some belong to silence.
Some belong to alliance.
Some **** greedily from the breast of violence.
Souls like money, souls like trades.
Souls like sunny, souls like rain.

Souls pull on everything that may heal you,
All while pushing away everything that may.
They keep your wants and needs away,
All while keeping your fears at bay.

Souls like ***, no matter the meaning;
Contiguity feeds the soul that is leaning.
Leaning into a vacuous space;
Pursuing nothing in an infinite chase.

No one is there, not a soul.
Nothing is there to fill the hole.
Dig and dig as deep as you crave;
But there was never a soul to save.

Hard-headed peers bouncing brains off each other.
A symphony of organs blasts through the mess
that is your thoughts.
When hearts crash, love flashes by.
Only for a visit – leaving euphoria behind.

These eyes, those lips can never tell a lie.
Honesty doesn’t even exist in fairy tales.
I wonder why children miss out on the cornerstone of maximum life.
Treat this world like a game, and you’ll get played.

*** kicked to the ground,
with dirt as your only friend.
Remember this day as always the
day you shed your skin.