You know,

words are just letters

thrown together in clumps.

I haven't slept in quite a few days.
A week maybe.
The occasional hour of nightmare ridden rest
has not done anything for me.

I've starting forgetting words,
Mixing them up or saying the wrong word.
Even mispronouncing them.
I barely have the energy to think

I spent an hour crying because I thought I had wrinkles under my eyes,
But they were only bags and shadows.
I'm too young for this.

It's hard to focus,
I sob and laugh for no reason.
I'm cracking
And I can't stop thinking about what you did.
I'm afraid to sleep.

My chest hurts (not physically)
It's sunken in
The power of positive thinking

I know everybody in this town
Sometimes you just got to set everything down

Now I miss living alone in England smoking tobacco in my room
Endless time to test my mind
Here comes my brother in the driveway blaring hits from the 90s

The power of positive thinking
That's a good one.

They all are so right.
Their thoughts so bright.
They all are so fair.
Like gems very rare.
They all are so nice.
Just as cool as ice.
They all are so kind.
Like them none I find.
They all are so polite.
Should I call hypocrite.

every love song i listen to is always dedicated to you

On the very last day after too many activities after the other
I'd no idea how ruthless words could be
my sweet talker
beautiful bird out the window

Not asking, but telling
so, so telling
my sweet talker, no sweet talker.