i feel a little tired
the tired is there all the time

mr. tired likes to stomp around my head
at ungodly hours of the night

when you're awake or wide asleep
he's the cause of our despair

he doesn't ever play by rules
but he's always, always there

then i'm still tired all the time
and it's so ******* unfair

Your laugh is one of the prettiest sounds I ever heard

I wish I could be with you
but I don't really want to

There's a bruise on my left arm
I want one of those
There's blood on my bracelet
And tears on my nose

just my type
you're just my type
but i was never yours

Dear Rich,
Happy 6 months! I'm really glad we got to spend these months together. It was a heck of a ride, but you've always been there for me. Thank you. Thank you for always listening, always caring, for just being there and holding me when I need you. I love you. There isn't really anything else to say. I love you, and I'm so, so grateful you love me back. We've been through a lot, but look at where we are now! We're gonna be okay. I'm so proud of you, for everything. I've kind of lost my words in all the poetry I wrote, but I hope these still have a bit of meaning. Thank you for being with me.
I love you
Evan

Everybody's complaining about lockdown
But my feelings were already on lockdown long ago
And now they're on stand-by

Let's live in a little cottage
Just at the edge of the woods
and have a pretty life
without anyone around

or in the centre of the city,
an appartment, if you prefer'
where we can fill the world with music
and with our friends real close about

or we can live a normal life
in a regular house in town
where we'd re-decorate every week
and have a spot, just of our own

we could watch the stars all night
and wake up feeling cold and blue
but clichés won't really matter then
because I'll spend my life with you

i miss you
                     ...
                            although you weren't really mine

the               takes
       wind               feelings
                                              but       ­                                                  m e
                                                      i        ­       it                 take
                                                           wish        would

Why do we always run away from love,
And then wonder why we're so dark inside?

[poem]

I'm bored
                  and lost

you were supposed to be my safe haven
but you were the wave that hit

i'm tired

                   too tired to say anything about it


so i guess i love you
and i guess i'm fine

writing is easier than reading
because you out your own feelings
and don't feel someone else's

but right now
i'm too tired for both
i'm not even sorry

it's 4/20 for a whole month
nice.

I'd make you cinnamon rolls, fruit and iced coffee
And we could sit under a tree, or on the swing

We could go on ice-cream dates
Or we could grab some coffee

We could take walks in the park
Or have a sleepover on the rooftop

We could make pizza rolls and cuddle
And have a movie marathon

we could go pick flowers in a field somewhere
or we could move all the furniture in the room

i just wanna spend
some time with you

flip
      bash
              bang
                      boom
                               crash

                                           my mental stability
                                           fell down the stairs

I'm putting my feelings on lockdown
because I wanna last a little while longer

i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red

Oh, Hannah
I wanna feel you close
Oh, Hannah
Come lie with my bones
Oh, Hannah
Don't look away
Oh, Hannah
Just look at me the same
I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips
I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath
I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips
I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath
(Oh, Hannah
Oh, Hannah
Oh, Hannah
Oh, Hannah)
Oh, Hannah
Tell me something nice
Like flowers and blue skies
Oh, Hannah
I will follow you home
Although my lips are blue and I'm cold
I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips
I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath
I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips
I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath
Oh, Hannah
Oh, Hannah
Oh, Hannah
Oh, Hannah
I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath
I don't wanna be your friend
I don't wanna be your friend I wanna be your *****
And I wanna touch you but not like this
The look in your eyes
My hand between your thighs
Oh, this can't be real
Its all just a dream
I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips
I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath
I don't wanna be your friend
Lose my breath
I don't wanna be your friend
Lose my breath

I'm not scared of death,
I'm afraid of what happens after.

the ocean is beautiful
~~
sounds like a nice place to drown,
it's different than inside my head

Starting to wonder
If the place I've been looking for
All these years
Is the right one

I'm craving a blunt,
a can of monster energy,
a normal cigarette
or some shots

but also you
mostly you

stage this; five kids from all different mcr eras. a scene kid for bullets, a depressed punk for three cheers. a baby bat for black parade. a modern punk/scene kid for danger days. a semi e-boy/girl for after 2012. they are standing in an alley next to hot topic and burger king. theyre in a circle. there's candles, pictures of ray toro and merch on the floor. you seem to hear nothing, but as you come closer you hear them softly chanting.
älbüm älbüm älbüm

they say writing helps you cope and forget.
this is my 600th poem on here,
but i still remember every single one.

Everytime I walk this road
I become more aware
Of how you're not there
To walk it with me

But I can't figure out what it is.

A lot of photo's
Are taken every day.
But a few are really special.
So many memories,
Shared with my friends.
The world tears us apart.
But we stick.
The problem is,
Will you still remember me,
If these pictures are lost and gone?

< >

I'm still alive after 401 days. didn't think i would make it past 10. this started as a fun thing. it's become a coping mechanism. a reason to live, a way to function. it wasn't the support that i did or didn't get. it was me. i think this is the first time i actually wanted something, and finished it, even though i didn't have the energy. because i wanted to, unconciously. it just hit me. i'm glad i'm here for some reason. i have an emotional connection with these notes. they've been here the roughest year of my life. without knowing. so this time, no thanks to other people, but to me. i'm here, i did it. i'm proud of myself. i can't say that with certainty yet, but i just hope i can, a bit more, every day. soon.

That's the good thing.

You left fingerprints
In my heart.

What I think and feel in my head is very clear.
It's the truth.
But when I say it, it always comes twisted out of my mouth.
It always comes out als lies.

Not so sorry

I did it again...

I don't have a choice anyways.

I have a thing with the colour purple,
It always has something to do with the bad things in my life.
The person with the profile picture,
The purple LGBTQ+ flag.
The purple walls of your room,
The purple flowers with my blood on them.
Not like anyone notices,
It's probably just my imagination.
I 'aint ever going back to that dark place tho.