Everyone is always so afraid
Of getting hurt
But Jesus Christ
I wanna fall for someone who will never love me back
Put my heart in his hands and clutch my chest as he tears it apart
I'll let him reach into my ribcage and break every bone
When I kiss you
I hope you bite my tong till I bleed and beg you to stop
Everyone is so scared of pain
But you need pain because on those nights when you sit on your bedroom floor, convinced that you're dead, and that there's nothing inside you
Those old texts from him will still make you cry
And that picture of your two kissing in the rain will make you scream
And it'll hurt like hell
But ****, at least you still feel something.

And to be honest, i am nothing more than a lost soul in a large world, and there have been too many people who will just willingly sell me out and leave. My hands are spitting ***** of fire and i mistake your goodbyes as just as sad love poem with a happy ending. I have a name but i am no one still, nothing of me has become. I dont know where i am going but right now i dont feel lost. Im sad and excited because today he said i made him happy. But nothing lasts forever so should we just start saying goodbye now? I found my mom in the kitchen one night. But she wasnt cooking, asleep on the floor with her ***** spilt all over her, just 9 years old and i was cleaning up over my mother, dad was at work.. arresting the "bad ones" but even a police officer told me that there was no such things as bad people.. just good people with some bad mistakes.
My grandpa was in word war 2 and before he life here he would tell me stories but no voice will ever tell a story the way his hands and face moved with every breathe he took, and then he took his last one. and we all will too. I cant even start to imagine what im really here for because im just an open book on chapter 27 of nothing but "sorry". But my words are silent and im so loud. Mama thinks its weird that i like to go to the grave yard to talk to my best friend who was murdered in 2011 but there is nothing more enjoyable than laughing at myself as if she were there with me. and sitting in a place so dead has never made me feel more alive.
I have this thing for hands. I feel like you can tell a lot about a person by them. Farmers have dirt on their hands and musicians have long skinny fingers and the only ladies have spiders and i just want to feel beautiful.
But that wont happen until the day you stop hiding inside laughter, my love.
Let the storm pour and dont let it stop until you are here

Everyone is always so afraid of getting hurt
but jesus christ
i wanna fall in love with someone who will never love me back
put my heart in his hands and clutch my chest
as he tears it apart
i'll let him reach into my rib cage and break every bone
when i kiss you
i hope you bit my tong till i bleed
and beg you to stop
everyone is so scared of pain
but you need pain
because on those nights when you sit on you bedroom floor
convinced that you're dead
and that there is nothing inside you
those old text from him will still make you cry
and that picture of you two kissing in the rain
will make you scream
and it'll hurt like hell
but ****
at least you're feeling something

I can recant how you told me
how one day
you'd show gravity who is boss
but your feet still
haven't left the ground
and i can still
hear god laughing

"if I killed myself tonight, the stars would
still appear, the sun would still come
out, the earth would still rote, the
seasons would still change.. so why not?"

**** this post
**** this post so much
want to know "why not"?
how about the way your bestfriends older sister will throw up by the sidewalk
of the road because shes crying so hard
how about the way your bestfriend will sob for weeks in her showers, in
her bedroom, in the bathroom at school
how about the way your mother will cry every time she looks at herself in the mirror and pictures herself bringing you home
how about the way your fathers eyes will NEVER stop mirroring the
image of your hanging body
how about the way your boyfriend will sit in his room in silence, unable to
eat or sleep, or even ******* shower because why would he want to
continue with out you?
how about the way the girl who called you sister and will start crying every
time she sees your parents?
how about the way your family will sit in your house after the funeral
looking blankly at one another because god knows they cant find a
******* thing to say that doesnt just float through the air where you
should be walking
how about they way your sister will wake up every morning and see you
door and convince herself that you could still be there, just sleeping in
your bed
how about the way your exboyfriend will come over and pull your clothes
from the drawers and cry while he holds them desperately to his face to
breathe in whats left of you

dont you dare tell me it wont change things
there may be starts in the sky and wind in the air and sun in the clouds
but without you, we dont want them

She is nature and the world itself. Sloane
There is a quiet thunder to the way she walks, and a heavy rainfall when she leaves. She treads water trying to reach islands that will house her but cannot reach the shore before her hurricane mind carries her away to new homes, homes she finds in people, and often the wrong people. But she is strong and stands like the tallest oak, letting gale force winds bend her branches so that she may feel what is to live, but never has she broken. Her voice is the sound of birds in the spring with all the melodies and lullabies of the early morning, she has a light in her that is both the sun and the fireflies and it will illuminate your heart should you ever let her in. Sometimes she is wilted but even beautiful roses have thorns and she draws blood if you try to pick her petals. She is the earth and the wind and the sky and though her roots are strong she is not always smiling, but just like a flower she grows from the ground up and all will gather to awe at her beauty when she sees it within herself.

MEDIA KILLED THE TEEN
MEDIA KILLED THE TEEN
MEDIA KILLED THE TEEN
MEDIA KILLED THE TEEN

I remember the day
you told me you wanted to
whisper prophecies in my ear
you said you wanted
me to know
what the trees would say
should they ever have a voice