No matter how dark of a light you see yourself in,
Just know that I can never see you that way.

i'm too young to be this sad,
i'm too young to feel this hatred towards
my face
my body
my mind
myself.

I thought that I found a new high that kept me off the ground that revealed a toxic ocean that drowned me beneath a voice, and a missing sensation, a buzz, a laugh ... and a hug.
I thought that someone had offered me a helping hand after this slump I was rocking back and forth in,

but now I'm second guessing me, because I despise me, and what I have become accustomed to creating and destroying.

Be Careful How You Talk To Someone Like Me.

i'm too young to be soaking myself in this waterfall of thoughts that i keep thinking like shots to my gullet.

i'm too young to be remembering the past and feeling depressed once I catch a whiff of a smell that you were heavily coated in, and I think back to before now and then I feel so dead inside with the past spark I had in that desirable, beautiful life I once sort to be my future.

i'm too young to feel dead

I do not care to give a crap
I do not care to share my words of advice
I do not care what you think of me.

I’m done, that’s it!
End of this story between you and me, the end that was always meant to be. You walked with me, and I opened the door, then you walked out on me and left me while I rested in blissful sleep.

I awoke to an empty bed, and the thought of drugs in my head, my body stripped bare to the bone, as you had walked out with everything I owned, least that’s what I thought.

I had no material goods left, I had no skin, no muscle and no blood. Just bone.

I thought no one would ever love me, because it was the same **** again and again just with someone new. I was losing hope in myself and everyone else around me thinking I’d be alone forever.

But then I caught a train.

I hate you. The person who taught me a valuable lesson that I don't regret.
But now there's someone new, and I'm happier than before because I'm finally moving on from you.

Words on a screen...
So fulfilling and sweet
A voice on a mic..
Clear and comforting

The ideas of beauty filling my head, but what if it's a lie again?
I don't want to be like that, or to feel like that again.

It's confusing and tempting, luring me with nice thoughts, but it brings on the memories of this happening once before, where everything in the sky was so bright and blue, filled with fresh dirt and golden sand dunes.
But twists of the tongue that makes your words. won't fool me, but they call me, promising the caress of care and affection, but maybe even a hidden agenda?

I wouldn't know, I'm too scared.
again.