massive headache, splitting my skull and poking my diseased brain;
I can't keep
living this way, facing no where, and kissing dust. I can't keep believing in pagan fairytales and digging countless graves for every piece of me that dies, every single day, and so pitifully
  I need relief and I don't know what it'll take. 10 years of this,  10 years of
  how and why. the floors are squeaky clean now, and the doors are locked with rusty chains. I open my heart to you, praying for refuge

I thirst with
an ache for
something I
cannot name

So in death I shall
quench my thirst

“what are we?” she asked

with despair, he replied, ”we’re nothing”

At what point do you finally give up?
When can you say you’ve had enough?
When nothing ever goes right,
Why bother to keep going?

There are so many kids dying of cancer,
And I'm here dragging a blade through my skin.
Life is so unfair,
Why can't I just die instead of them?

Lying in my bed
eyes brimming with water
how can I let them
fall down and become mortal
thinking about ways to die
a few minutes after
deciding with a sigh
never to let it overpower
a cycle that continues
and I ask myself
when I am going to run out of my dues
and knock at the door of my end

Don't be afraid to ask your God that you want to be rich.

The day you tried to live,
you could not,
and passed on to the
Superunknown
and let us fall on
black days.
You finally let yourself drown
in a way much
like suicide,
a spoon in your hand?
Spoonman?
You could never quite break
your rusty cages,
outshined by your own light,
burdened by your own hand.
You roll on like a stone,
the final hunger strike.
Someone forgot to
show you how to live,
and now you will be missed.