O' sweet love, I am waiting for thee,
Build me up a castle,
But perish not, into the sea.
Thy love is a burning flame
Amid the night of wonderous emotion.

I cannot live my wholesome life,
Without the presence of your heart!
And shall I awake,
To find you have loved another?
Then may my death bring thee great sorrow!

For you have grown me to love emptiness,
To loathe those who spent eternities,
Beating our love against mountains.
O' sweet love, I am waiting for thee.

Heartache is life's remedy to happiness
When you can only see positive things,
And bright futures.

Sadness is the cure to love.
Because life doesn't want you
To be perfectly content with yourself.

I cannot comprehend the beautiful,
Without thinking about my own disgusting traits.

I cannot admire the lovely,
Without desire of the decaying and dead.

I cannot enjoy the company,
Without feeling so lonely.

I am a victim,
Of nature's medicine.

I look beyond the horizon.
The colors of the sky mesh together,
Like I mix ***** and lemonade,
Drinking away my heartache.

I feel numb on the inside.
I pretend to be happy on the outside.
Two cigarettes and a broken heart.

The stinging sensation burns a feeling of belonging.


Just like ***** and Tears.

There it was,
Waiting for me.
Dangling in the middle
Of the dark basement.

It called my name.
It whispered to me,
"Fake your smile, they won't know what you've been hiding."

I slipped the letter under the door,
The sweet remedy of self destruction, and the scent of freshly braided rope.
It's tempting strands called for me.

I slip the only obstacle standing between me and freedom over my neck,
And begin my walk to freedom.

One... Two... Three.
Jump.

Come to me,
And we shall be,
Forever lasting
In the light of the sun,
And the gaze of the moon,
Shall forever envy
Your innocent beauty.

I can't stop thinking,
About the way
Her hand touched mine.

I can't stop thinking,
About the place
Where he made me cry.

I can't stop thinking,
The voices
They're getting too loud.

I can't stop drinking,
Every time
I hear her name.

I can't stop sleeping,
More and more
Hour after hour.

I can't stop dreaming,
The hellish nightmares
That have become reality.

I can't stop writing,
Until I've gotten
My reason pointed out.

I can't stop thinking,
About how no one
Will notice I'm gone.

I can't stop breathing.
No, wait.
yes I can.

Note to lover:
I would jump over stars and through galaxies for you.
Your essence is pure, your heart is gold.
You are worth more than the scars of your past.

Note to past:
You are all-consuming, yet powerless.
Your power lies inn my hands alone.

Note to loneliness:
Though you gnaw at my stomach,
Your sharp teeth piercing my heart,
I refuse to let you win.

Note to winnin:
You're not always worth it.

Note to worth:
You are not defined by the weight that your body possesses.
You are also not defined by lust.

Note to lust:
More people have died at your hands than the hands of love.
You're no better than wealth.
In fact, you warp people,
And we all know there are worse things than greed.

Note to greed:
I am guilty of this sin.
He is mine and mine alone.
I want to keep him all for myself.

Note to self:
Stop trying to squish everything into a box.
Black and white are only spectrums of color.

Note to color:
Brighten this world.
Show me more than black and white and red.
Show me rainbows and miracles.

Note to miracles:
Children believe because they are closest to you.
Too often are you overlooked
Simply because you overpopulate the planet.

Note to the planet:
I'm sorry.

Note to sorrow:
Stop crushing my lungs
And pouring out of my veins.

Note to veins:
Purple, blue, and green have never looked
So lovely, so tempting.
Blood rushes through you with every emotion,
Making you pulse whenever I am with my lover.

Note to lover:
Never open up the boxes in my head,
For all you will see is the past.
And colors.
And lost light that will blind your soul.