Bad prose and half - dried hair.
Pants..? No.
Just a blanket,
On these unpremeditated rainy days.
With stale crackers for breakfast,
I'll start a revolution today.
Depression is a renewable resource,
Like plastic.
Earwax is made up of words,
So my heads overloaded,
calendars outdated,
Bridge, underrated
Woops
The jump didnt make it
You made the jump
Now shh
I cant hear the voices in my head.

Sometimes i think i love you only for the poems.

While i was looking away
The wind snuck in
Through the cracks in the wall
And the calm fell out
Through the windows

Hear the crows' call
When the night sleeps.
Through the dead trees
The searches for its shadow

A little bit further
From your dreams
Is where she lies today
But not for long
Until the fear is gone
And then she slips away

*While you were looking away

I still sit by the window,
Where the crows call.
I hear the smoke,
On windless nights,
Like a loveless kite,
Lost in the rain
Hiding behind roads
To forget its way home.

With rusted breath,
And wasted mind,
The  debts i owe
Leave ashes behind
Your stories unknown,
My stories untold.
The rest unfinished,
Collect in my pockets.