My mom has been trying to get me to go back

to my old phycologist again,

just because I lock my door at night.

Some mistakes are bigger then others...

why did yours have to destroy my life

and leave it for me to fix when I was old enough to understand?

You know it's completely over

when you've given up even trying

Someday I'll give you a tattoo

it will be right on your chest and will be a heart.

Just so it at least looks like you have one.

I once found solace
in your arms
before everything changed

I'm slowly turning to dust
Everything is becoming pointless
I'm withering away to nothing
Flames licking me away like a child and a poisoned sucker.

Please help me find the smiles,
the happiness,
whatever is left of the joy,
and if there’s any love left,
please show it to me.

Just about now I could use a lecture

Yelling at myself for not moving on,

for not letting go,

for not being happy.