Tell me that not every guy will
leave black tar in my chest,
Assure me that not every guy
is pollution to my soul.
Promise me that I won't be
coughing up their ashes forever.

So go ahead,
fill me with too many "I love you"s.
Inflate my lungs until they want to burst.
Teach me what it's like
to inhale something that won't hurt.

Show me what it's like to have clean air in my lungs.
*Let me breath you.

I am burning from the inside out
And although everyone can *******
See the smoke
Seeping from every pour in my body,
They just watch because
Maybe I'll put myself out?
But how is one person supposed to stop
An entire world from being engulfed in flames?

I keep asking myself,
What is left for me here?

I whisper,
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
*I don't know

I am not a waste of space,
I am the entire solar system.

I want to save the world but first I must save myself.

I love Christmas,
but I hate greed.

And as I get older,
I'ts getting harder
to tell the difference
between the two.

Maybe the reason we spend night after night
staring at a blank paper
is because the words we so desperately need to write,
are words that have not yet been created.