i know just what my eyes look like and i can't even see myself
hell i can't even picture myself
i'm lost in my own wide eyed yet heavy lidded glare

And in the end, nothing will ever matter

substance abuse
acting obtuse

all i can feel is the change within me
and not much else really

im just trying to live a different life

Why did we have to get even
It's not like we ever gained control of a situation that has always been imbalanced
It's not like we will  

Why does it take me over
The urge To become someone I hate
Destruction
It rips everything apart
I
Rip everything apart
But it feels so good
Especially when I feel so bad
I like feeling this alive
Makes me question
If
I'm really
Dead

I don't want to give up

attraction for attractions sake

her bedrooms walls were covered in drawings
and you thought they were made by a sweet little kid
the way they were carelessly scribbled out
but those drawings were not that innocent

they were drawn by your daughter on her darkest nights

look a little closer

the
drawings
are
not
as
innocent
as
you
think

We have traced every line
On this map
And as I lay here
I'm yet to care

I'm growing tired of living multiple lives

my dearest A

<3

looking at life through a lens is comforting

I just want to slip back into it

I've got so many more tricks up my sleeve and baby i'm just firing them out now

He used to tell me I was young fire

A form of creation craves creation

i see your hands as a tree
your fingers being both the branches and the roots
the foundation and the being
your veins, the bark
blood, tree sap
my skin on your hand
soil next to a tree

Stone cold
Broken bones

Empty guns
Soulless and numb

Too far gone

No more rehabilitation

It's time for retribution

If you can't beat em, destroy them until you can't join them, because they simply don't exist anymore

new picture!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

always looking over my shoulder
always keeping an ear free
always opening the window just so I can breathe

"So we beat on, boats against the current..."

it's almost as if i saw myself in the screen

Lust, lustrous....lust....lost

Love...Love...Love
i need you so much
i already have you
but i need more

what do i need? I need a different kind of love
a kind that i've never tasted

yeah..that's the one
the kind that keeps you awake at night in wonder, scared that it'll leave you

because you love it so much
the feeling
the person
the life

you love it so much
the life you never thought you would love

im seeking something, always searching for that one thing that's is right in front of me

soft whispers of rain,
hard thunders of sun,
calm animals,
crazy humans

restless and just craving relief

Love me? forever and always?

i say writing is one of my ultimate passions and i'm always called out on my ability at English when i'm at college and people who appreciate my work but i struggle to get what's in my mind out and it's the worst struggle ever i mean i'm not exactly shy of expressing myself in fact i might sometimes overly express myself so what's the problem here?

my favourite part of a movie is when the character who's been through a lot walks through a dimly lit city scene or a park alone just thinking about everything and music is playing in the background and it's kinda sad but at the same time they know everything is going to be okay

when you're just walking around, contemplating in such a busy public place you suddenly find yourself aware of each step you take and each breathe you take.

You can feel the cold air fill your lungs and you kind of smile at the sweet memories and you know that despite everything, those memories will keep you alive.

But the pain you feel is intense, it can blind you and suddenly you can't see where you're going anymore. Life doesn't feel real and before you know it, your heart is on your sleeve for the world to see.

Prisoner of freedom

i just wanna be your *****

I'm just so complex I find it hard to hold on to the understanding that I have of myself

no longer the lonely writer

You don't know what a person feels inside

i want more

i'm a very happy person
i'm just frustrated
that doesn't add up
haha ain't nothin positive about this

people make me feel so empty

To autumn,

You make me feel warm, the glowing type of warm y'know?
Not as warm as I feel in winter though
Nothing compares to the harsh heat of winter
It's a delicious kind of heat that burns our throats
It's a heat you can feel inside of you because you need the heat so much...i know you do
So autumn even though your heat is short lived I'll still welcome you with open arms, and love you like you deserve to be loved
but just know i'll always be faithful to winter,
it was my first love after all

Is perception a form of injustice?

The tide was unforgiving, so all I could do was watch...

I grew up to be sinful and it's so hot

I just
I feel
that I can't
and That I won't
have to
anymore.