i'm starting to do this strange this where i completely block out everything around me
out of nowhere my mind will drift off to god knows where
only a minute or maybe an hour

I don't know how but it's as if my mind is tired of hearing all the ******* around me
everyday I see more and more people losing sight of what is important
nowadays it's money over family and love over dreams
how do people ******* live like this?

it's no wonder more and more people each day are choosing to end their lives
girls think it's normal to cut their skin or have your first cigarette at age seven
since when is it super rad to be a complete air head

more and more families are ****** up and broken
girls getting abused and thinking that's it's okay because at least somebody wants them
mothers kissing more bottles than cheeks late at night

who would want to stay?

Dragging me out the doorway,
Couldn't ever open my mouth,
I always embarrassed you.

I was pulling myself apart from you,
I was no longer just your daughter,
I was Erin, mostly Air, and sometimes, I was Holly.

I felt your icy breath down my neck,
Breathing down insults you would later retract,
Always giving me direction I didn't need,
Orders,
How I ought to conduct myself.

I didn't need it.

Pulling my arm
"We're Leaving."

Let me go
Let me go
Let me go

The world doesn't feel real
Like a million of us could fit in a measuring cup
So make something good,
Something sweet.
All the odds and ends adding up to something,
Something that could be beautiful when it ends.
Even though I feel so lost,
I know I have it all together.
Little pieces like a puzzle,
I just can't figure out where they belong.
The wisdom will come to me,
I know it.
Through a cloud, the universe or age.
It'll all be alright.
Someone kiss me through the night.
While I hold a few bottles of wine in my young hands.
Someone hold me till I can think straight,
Someone hold me until I am whole.
I'm finally a real person,
I'm finally alive.

A gun only holds so many bullets.
How long until you run out?
How long can you let
bullets spiral out towards
yourself?
Will the last bullet go through
your head?
Will it be by your hands?
Or his?