I am a walking disorder,
what I touch I break.

"care to take a ride?" the devil said & just like that
she sold her soul to the devil,
who gave her 40 days to live.
she met a boy on her 30th day.
he was
charming,
endearing,
enchanting,
alluring.
they laughed,
they cried,
they loved.
and on her last day,
the boy and her walked to a bus stop,
& at the stroke of midnight,
she dropped dead in his arms.
He cried,
and he cried,
and he cried.
and the devil appeared,
"care to take a ride?"

Sadness is a razor
Uncertanty marks my arms
Dissapointment carved my thighs
But the crimson is so beautiful
When all you want is to die

My arms cry for a breakup
My legs for being unwanted
New skin where the old used to be
Your body is now haunted

But the scars have a certain beauty
Be it from razor, needle, or knife
They show that you were strong enough
To not give up on life

i let you inside of my mind in my darkest hour, you planted seeds and from my nightmares grew flowers. you took the key to my heart and jingled it just out of reach, as i tried to ****** it you laughed and it was then i realized i was never getting that key back because you'd have my heart forever, and i was completely content with that.