until the artist
has created evolution
from solid marble
please,
do not disagree
that you are the prized exhibit
of your own museum.

They don't see me for who I am.
Who I truly am.
And sometimes,
They don't see me at all.
Like I'm not there.
Like I was never there.
Or maybe I'm just
Invisible.

She wanted to know
Just why he kept leaving her

I wish I could write a book
It would be about me and you
It wouldn't be perfect no book is
It will have fights
And arguments
Love scene that will make your heart sing

I wish we were a song
The lyrics would be cheesy
Because the way I feel
About you is so cheesy

I wish we could last forever
Our pages and lyrics grow and grow
If we were a book
We would have a happy ending
If we were a song
We would be that cheesy happy love song

But we aren't a book or a song
So its unwritten
I don't know where it will go
Or how it will end
Im just going to let our story write its self
And hope you feel the same

Living alone
Is ******* the soul.
For I am a loner,
Eternally lost.

I have no feelings
So everyone says.

Always so cold…

Never return to the past I’ve forgotten
I live alone in my head
God, forgive me for the
Hatred I fill myself with.
Time for eternal sleep
May come at any moment
Are you listening?
Release me from my imprisonment
Eternal pain.