dear mom,
i'm sorry
that you made me
feel like
it was all my
fault

I like
Who I am
When I’m with
Her

Saying goodnight is always hard,

and perhaps it's because I'm scared of the dark.

Or perhaps I'm scared of what may become visible the next morning.

We stretch out our hands,
Waiting for salvation.

We watch the dripping sands
Of the hourglass with poignant resignation.

Our society demands
Of us to disregard those in isolation.

But the isolation is the only thing that understands
That this life is really nothing but eternal damnation.