Dear you.
Whoever you may be keep in mind that you are you.
it says that in the heading "dear you."
so before you go and change that think.
Think before you dye your hair or change your face,
before you go on some ridiculous diet because you aren't skinny enough.
Think before you pick up the knife and look down.
You are you, there won't be another one of you.
Some may get close, almost identical in fact.
But never you.
I love you for that.
And this crazy idea you have in your head that you aren't perfect is well... crazy.
My life would be totally different without you.
Everyone's life would be different without you!
So sticking to what you know is good.
Sticking to being YOU is great.
Think before you want to change.
there is only one of you, my beautiful, my everything.
and i wouldn't trade you for any other "you" out there.
Sincerely,
me.

I am just a game, a twisted toy
here to amuse the girls and boys
Tossed to the wolves, just to amuse
play how you may choose
but you'll always lose

I am just a game, a twisted toy
I bring more pain than I do joy
I am no prize, I have no goal
look in these eyes, just a ******* hole

No prize, no goal
here lies an empty soul

at the strength of my own hands,
i held you in the holiest of lights
sunshine, and rays, and god...
you were so beautiful to me
did you know that?
you question me like you have no idea
how i ever felt about the things we shared
our whispers in the dark,
and our entangled fingertips
i was holding onto you for dear life
how did you slip away like
this
i wonder, like so many times before
numerous and plentiful
weighing me down like so many unspoken burdens
you want to know i feel,
yet you're not ready to take it like a man
you're not ready to own up to how
this has made me
hard
and
these second chances are like no other
i'm grasping and gasping
for you

to come around
to come back around
to me and my empty and aching hands
they are open, palms accepting
and yet

yet you feel invincible
to these thoughts, these emotions
that you keep
to yourself, because trust is hard to find
wrapped within the lies of a beautiful girl
i was her, wasn't i?
now what's left for me to show?

you hold the world at the edges of your fingertips,
strong and steady and sure, but yet
i don't remember...you
you were never like this
so please,
please tell me, how do i make this okay
within myself, within these months that are flying by,
you're drifting

and in what direction
you never prepared me for this,
i left and you left and now

there's nothing left
at all

I wish I wasn't so crooked
Jumping and leaping over things
And keeping secrets to my dark heart

I wish I wasn't so flaccid
I feel sulphuric acid
In my throat
I close my eyes and I see photos of burn victims
Clinging to their only infant children as they
gasp for air, they are riddled with confusion

Unfortunate life.

I am my own baby, I cling to my ****** as if it is some product of the demon.