It feels like
impending doom.
It feels irrational.
It feels insane.
It feels like a snowball
rolling into an avalanche
wiping me off my feet
hurling me down the mountain
skidding me to a halt
debris piling on top of me
and leaving me to slowly suffocate.

I have no words left to say.
This empty feeling won’t go away.
Everything comes and go.
No one ever stays.

The only good thing about life is that we get to die at the end of it

As you stay in the past
It grows,
But you don't.

Forget remembering.

I want to **** myself today.
Instead I cut.
I made it 42 days clean.
That's because I cut yesterday too.
But hey,
I'm still breathing.
Right?

The saddest thing about losing the best memories with people is when they become apart of the memories too.

I wish I was in love, so I could write a love poem again.

I tried loving you better. But, it just wasn't enough.