comparing his lips to cherries
is like l i n k i n g Eve to sin.

Instinctively it just happens
Saying I know is self-deceit
Personality overrides common acts/sense
Amazed you can be if you wanna
Reality is I don’t control it
It slips the guard rail and manifests
To full expectation its effects attain
In my defense I have nothing with it
Logically it’s all me with no escape route
What can I say; it makes use of my personality
I don’t wanna be part of it yet enjoy it
Come to reconsider its more of me than I deny
Ok not me even though it all points to me

I am exhausted
Body and Soul
And yet
Struggles continue

I just want to sleep

Today, I tried to comfort my 13 year-old self,
But there was nobody there, nobody listening.

It's so cold over there,
So lifeless and sad.
And come to think of it,
I'd rather be mad.

She cries in the middle of the night, hoping one day things would be different.
Then wonders "what if" and suddenly she's indifferent.
And there's nobody there, nobody listening.

I try to make this life as vibrant as can be
For her to finally see
That this is as good as it's gonna get
And that there's nothing she should regret.

But still she storms off in the middle of the night,
Screaming:
"Is anybody there, anybody listening?"

It's getting warm out
I can enjoy being outside
The only issue
Short-shorts are in season
And I'm blinded by the pasty-****-white legs
Filling the school

If you deside to **** yourself and die
Please give me a kiss good bye