nicotine isn't what makes you addictive it's that you make people sink before they learn to swim
someone throw this kid a life raft but you'll always just miss him
no filter just pure
it's genuine but not sincere
makes you feel real tears
crying isn't for me but when his words come first that's the one thing that works
maybe i'm not pretty enough or thin enough
or scared enough to make a change
at this point i'm trying to save something that doesn't even have a name
i'll give it my name
scream it so loud you have to listen
to the words that blister and scar
leave with a vision
of secrets and baby's born from indecision
i don't want to be awake for a world that turns away from a whisper for help or a passion of a young girl with so much might she nearly fell
into a hole that would swallow you whole
you're not strong enough to handle my blow
i'm choking and gasping for air on an ego that comments on my hair?
you're not a kiss or a tell
you're a ten story building falling straight into hell
blue hair blonde eyes
mix them up stir the *** you'll still get the story line
of a 14 maybe 15 year old pipe bomb
with words that will blow
right in your side
you'll feel it on your skin
see it with your eyes
the manic wednesday of a brain squeezed tight
search and destroy the hopes of a child is how we cope
unhealthy but not taboo
you'll still taste the metallic rub of a new spark
made by a mind that yearns for a life that doesn't need to start from hate
you hate with no cause
i have a handful of people i hate and ill tell you why your name holds first place