i watched you
put that gun to
that lost
head of yours
i caught myself saying
"please dont"
"dont do this to me"
you didnt care
about me
about anyone
not even about
yourself
your sadness
completely
consumed you
the darkness
****** you into
it's comfortable
home
you never came out

When I think about you my lungs forget how to work.
I miss you so bad I can't breathe or stop the hurt.

I think of you as the rock I skipped across the pond.
It skipped thirteen times before it sunk.
You lived thirteen years before you had enough.

I think that you were brave
but also so naive to think that nobody would miss you.
I think about you every day until my chest caves in.

Sometimes I look around at the world and start getting dizzy
because I know you're not here anymore.
I feel like I'm going to pass out when I think about you
being a skeleton in a dress somewhere underground.

For your sake I hope heaven exists.

For my sake I hope hell doesn't.

When I think about you my lungs forget how to work.
I miss you so bad I can't breathe or stop the hurt.

I think of you as the rock I skipped across the pond.
It skipped thirteen times before it sunk.
You lived thirteen years before you had enough.

I think that you were brave
but also so naive to think that nobody would miss you.
I think about you every day until my chest caves in.

Sometimes I look around at the world and start getting dizzy
because I know you're not here anymore.
I feel like I'm going to pass out when I think about you
being a skeleton in a dress somewhere underground.

For your sake I hope heaven exists.

For my sake I hope hell doesn't.

im lost
i dont want
to be found
i want to
explore this world
i want to be
running through
flower feilds
singing on
top of my
lungs

I'm not going to be one
of those people who sits
around talking about what
they're going to do or become.
I'm just going to do it.
Imagining the future is
kind of nostalgia.
You spend your whole
life stuck in the labyrinth,
thinking about how
you'll escape it one day,
and how amazing it will be,
and imagining the future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future
to escape the present.