Morning breath
Puppy dog kisses
Are things I would ask for
if I had three wishes

Raspy voice
Cerulean blue eyes
Open when our lips
Meet in surprise

Legs tangled
Arms around waist
Along my hips
Your fingertips trace

Head tilts upwards
Sunlight pours in
Can't tell where one ends
And the other begins

Intertwined and entangled
In the midst of the morning
Bliss

Today I asked my Daddy to buy me shoes,
but then I changed my option of the pair!
He then screamed at me, saying I had bad views.
That had me crying, as I walked slowly upstair(s).

When my Mother heard my sobbing's sniffle(s),
she accused of me at being "just like a baby".
To me, her statement seemed like a riddle,
thinking it meant she thought I was crazy!

As I wept of short breath, slowly to my room,
I started to shake with my pounding heart.
It had me think I was doom(ed),
knowing I was just off the chart...

“It was fun while it lasted” they said

“It was painful when it ended” was my reply.

Being suicidal doesn't mean i'm going to **** myself

Being suicidal is having this unexplicable ache while you're living

It's waiting for your life to end, and wishing you didn't have to carry on

Having this ache, an incapability to feel happy living, doesn't mean that I am going to **** myself -

It just means I wouldn't mind dying.