I don't know anymore,
Even the biggest waves crash.

Truth: damaged people
tend to do damage themselves.
Keep your eyes open.

The Devil asked me
Sell your soul
For the love of your life
And I laughed as I replied
*Maybe if I had it
But she already stole it

those days, i would've followed you off a cliff
these days, i'd call 911 --
because i know, now,
that love isn't wanting someone
so much that you'd die for them
but wanting what's best for them
and knowing
that isn't always you.

If you think her kisses mean she wants you
she doesn't.
If you think it's going to work out with her
I don't.
If you think her heart is pure and simple
it isn't.
And if you think I'm going to wait for you
I won't.

I’m just so tired, and too exhausted to cry, and too numb to be sad, and I don’t know what this is all for, but I can’t stop from trying. And these words weigh me down more than the poems I have not written. And It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the moon, and I’m afraid there is no purpose to my heart, and every thing seems distorted, and I’m tired of my skin, and stating this aloud feels pathetic and useless. I really need a break from my self. It’s one of those days, again.

I cried for you in my dream last night,
even in unconsciousness I miss you.

Turn around and walk away
from everyone that loves you.