**** my eyes hurt so bad
I don't know why I am not glad
I hated thefuck word glad
Why thefuck can't I eat you,
Man
Man, why
the ****
are you
a man
¿

Jelly dry as ******* ice
Mice
Like evils mice they bite
Up my arms
Like charms
And Breyer ducking **** why the ugh can't you ******* get up
The thought of your thoughts is drought
Me so
The inside of my chest is better than the explanation of the Rest of the messages I sent
Why can't you get up
Sorry not sorry for the mice. Sorry not sorry for the ignorant would worry but too lazy
But too dumb
But too numb
But too ******* fed up
With your mothers hazy eyes and c cups
Why don't you ******* get up
Instead of ******* ******* up
I hate the ******* thought if that
You know ******* who I'm yelling at

2:02
The blinking blue line where my words will type is making me anxious
It's the morning now, but the sun's not up
And the taste of your memory seems more and more delicious
But it's morning now, and the sun's not up

And I miss you

I would rather if you did not say much at all.
You do not want to risk anything or anyone.
You only want it all to yourself - everything, but that is not how it goes.
"You really are not that important", you tell yourself.
And those who say you are, do not matter because their opinion is 1 out of nearly 8 billion
And so are you.
So small - so insignificant.


But


If that was true -
Why are you here?
We're given a life, all to ourselves
It even came with a beautiful body.
So would not you think, there must be a reason?
A reason to live.
Just because you don't know the reason, doesn't mean there isn't one.
Wait a little longer dear, you'll be just fine.

i am sick to my stomach
as i swallow the infertile glimpses of another's merriment
possibly plummeting into a darkness so indifferently black
a darkness-known only to the child in the mirror
and the girl staring back
with the wishes and wants that my body dribs
and with one quick collisional stroke on the child's beautifully painted canvass
one toss of the blade across her skin
one inkling of pain and i will hurt you
don't you touch the only thing i have left
don't you mess it up this time babe
she cannot have the pain
depression is the last thing the girl needs
it might just leave her empty
nevertheless not breathing

like it almost did to you

my throat hurts
and my eyes numb away the panic
from the selfish
addicting
actions of love
and hate
from the core of my soul
and the tips of my teeth
you'll fall away
but i already expected it
and it feels like theres no way out


what now

I can feel it in my 
body, I can feel 
it pulsing down 
my 
vertebrae in my 
spine, and 
in the 
blood in 
my veins. 
I can feel it 
slithering 
on 
the top layer of my melanin lacking skin. 
Oh
I can feel the 
craving
More. More. More, at first 
I thought
it was 
just a little bit 
more, a tiny 
craving.
But 
it's more than that, because 
every
******* 
time 
it's just 'a little more', 
every time it's the 
addiction. 
Hidden behind covers to 
hide the sun
when you first 
wake up, the constant 
ignorant 'wanting' telling
you that 
you 
only need a 
little more sleep. 
You only need 
one more puff. 
You only need another 
swig of the 
liquid gunshot 
in the disguise of my lips. 
"It won't hurt" says the little lying ***** who calls himself addiction.