I want to be alone.
Do you ever get that feeling?
Where you don't want to get in anyone's way?
You don't want to be a problem,
A distraction?
I get that feeling.
I don't know why.
I don't even know why I'm still depressed.
Am I even?
I have no reason to be sad
I have good people in my life
Nice supports
But yet
I still get the urge to cave in
Hurt myself
Like before
When no one knew
Before anyone had the chance to care
I want to be left alone
I want to stay home all day
Open my windows and freeze
But I feel joy in the air
When I talk to him
Remember my latest adventure with her
These people care
Why do I still get the urge
To hurt myself
To just go.
Not die.
just.
let.
*go.

We're not soulmates
I'm pretty sure.
Not meant to be
Not meant to hold
Not meant to love each other.
But that can't stop me from dreaming
Of dancing with you
To Ray Lamontagne songs in the moonlight
And growing old with your hand in mind.
We're not soulmates,
I'm pretty sure,
But that won't stop me from loving you
With everything I am.

i will give you little paper hearts
and hope they'll make you feel better
a million of them
dropping from the sky
little love bombs
that float
like ash

i will give you hand grenades
of happiness
so you can throw them at the people around you
and make the life you live with them
better

i will give you a special one
for you to pull the pin
but stand there and hold it
until it releases
in an explosion
of peace

i will give you heart-felt bullets
to shoot into your vital organs
and anyone else's
you see fit
in order to penetrate
their crusty
bent
rusted
shells
and make them
feel
again

i will give you
and endless supply
of tasers
to wake us all
up
to love

i will give you
bombs
lots of them
but you must promise
to set them off

I’m the girl
that falls asleep at dawn
Lying in bed with eyes wide open
Bright Eyes exploding in my ears
As I awake, with woe and renewal
of life, I grab the knife
I feel the blood drain
drain from myself
My soul, my mind, my pity
I begin to think of you
The pain I caused you
The loneliness I faced you with
I want centre doom
Like one of the 9 levels of hell
I just want silence
Silence filled with emptiness
For you see, I seek clarity
Yet in the end
I only to receive nostalgia

Yes, bad things happen to us.
But good things come from love.
Do not forget the past.
Do not regret what moved too fast.
Things are changing
But welcome change in.
And let the change bring
A new found happiness
Taken away to bliss
With death's final kiss.