Is this life real?
or is it a dream?
can I put my trust in people?
or is it just a scheme?
you can answer
put can you prove?
that this world
will even move?
do we have freewill?
or was it planned that way?
is this an illusion?
or is it really may?
is this true?
is life a lie?
does anyone know
if we even die?
will some one answer,
answer to me?
should I stay here?
or should I flee?

My
            Arms


   Legs


Hands
                      Can

  Show

              You

                           Where

I've                    Been


Not
    


            Only

     Where


The
                   Blade


Pressed

                 Close




But


               Where

The              
                       Needles
      
                                                         Broke
      
                                                                                Skin.

Mentioning old habits, (even in light conversation)
Makes me
Crave.  

            -*only those who have seen the monster       themselves will know how awful this feeling is

It's 4:26 am
I still haven't got any sleep
I don't want to go to bed without you
I don't want to live without you
I don't want to be without you

It's 4:27 am
I still haven't got any sleep
Without you sleep feels pointless
To be honest
Without you life feels pointless

It's 4:29
I still haven't got any sleep
But it doesn't matter
I wont see you just because I go to sleep
So why not just stay up and watch the sunrise

If I can't see you
That will at least give me something else thats
Beautiful
Just like you

It's 4:31
I still haven't got any sleep
I'm fine with that
I have the rest of my life to sleep if I want to

i am surrounded
by such beautiful faces  
and delicate bones.
and to come
across the thought
that there is a
broken heart
behind their comforting eyes,
makes me weak.
and behind fragile arms
are scars.
and i dont feel any pain,
or the need to  f a d e  away
but why are such beautiful faces,
so far into the obscurity?
and why do they have the most
insecurities
and
incomplete happiness?

He kissed my scars

I couldn't look him in the eye

*coward