I knew a young boy
Who cut his own throat.
*******, was he beautiful.

I don't like when he has ****** hair,
It irritates
My sensitive skin
When
Our lips are sealed together
Like passionate secrets in the dark.

I hit Sorrow
And took a couple extra pills
Hopefully tonight
I can finally sleep.

I can't breathe very well.
And I always have to keep an inhaler
Just in case.
It's funny
Because I can never tell if it's depression
Or asthma
That tightens my chest.

If I cant get rid of this sickness
Ill be dead before I even get the chance
To ******* dreams
And notice that things aren't as bad as they seemed.
Im just so stuck in this mindset
And the ghosts I can't forget
Reaching for anything I can
Just so I don't have to deal with it.
So ashamed,
so caught up in a game
I invented
But can cope enough to play.
Tell me souls can change
Hell, you could tell me anything
'cause **** starts feeling real
when you describe the way the night feels
And the pain my breath instills
when I try to give my everything
But can't find my own free will

Sometimes all I have
Is my voice.
I sing until I'm dizzy
And the walls know my soul.

Nothings sweeter
Than my heart-shaped mouth
Nothings more bitter, either.