‘Please **** me’
Laughing surrounds the supposed joke.
Little do they know,
It was less of a joke and more of a plea

A little copper penny
Lying alone on the sidewalk

Rained on, stepped on, walked right by

No one cares about a penny
What could it possibly buy?

If silence speaks louder than words,
Why was I not heard?

hello there
it's been a while
i haven't spoken to you in a while
and i think it's fair to say i've changed
changing is hard
and not fun at all
but this is proof
that maybe one day
i can come back
and say hello again
to me from then
from me now

I gave you
My heart
Now I’m scared
You’ll take it
Run away
And break it

Songs are an escape.
You don't hear the lyrics, you listen to them, and you truly understand the artist and don't feel as alone as you felt when you started the song.
Songs are a type of poetry that has music and is likewise written out of deep emotion.
Not some shallow stupid feeling that's temporary, but a feeling that stays with you for a lifetime

I’m scared of telling that special someone in my life
That I’ll be with them till I die
How can you go up to somone and say
“I’ll be with you every day”
When you can’t even see
The possibilities?
How can you promise them forever
When you know there’s always someone better?

you see me as broken
i see me as whole
but its just who i am
engraved in my soul

My mind void
My heart hollow
My stomach pitted

I’ve been scarred from head to toe so many times, it’s impossible to tell the old me from my recent history

My mind scarred from disease
                                       My feet from anxiety
My hands from guilt
                         My stomach from impurities


My heart scarred from betrayal, never to trust again
My ears from stupidity that never fails to turn on me

                                   My face from insomnia
My arms from inability
                                             My gut from fear
My shoulders from loneliness
                                         My fists from fights
My eyes from violence
                                     My knees from failure
My bones from pain
                              My ankles from weakness
My reputation from mistakes

And my soul from these dark clouds that refuse to fade...

Rediscovering myself in music
That isn't mine
But is me

even as the blade crosses my skin
i dont feel a thing