Love will either be
My saviour,
Or it will be
The death of me.

There’s nowhere in between.

n.n

I hate the person that I've turned into.
getting high & tripping out,
staying up most nights stuck thinkin' about you
when I close my eyes I can feel your touch, a burning sensation  
added along with your lips, everything we did became a beautiful creation
but you left, huh...
so cry me a ******* river yeah? cause your lips will forever taste the same. every girl that will come by will know how the tip of your tongue is imprinted with my name
&  it ***** because my heart is forever yours, within' your love I felt like every wound of mine was cured
I let you go, you told me "maybe someday" we'll cross paths.
& for you I waited everyday
since falling in love with you felt like a reason to stay
but now every other day that passes by I don't feel the same
I'm the demon whose trying so hard to be this pure angelic girl, but deep down inside I know I'm forever stuck in my little dark world.
At a party at 2 in the morning
These demons, they keep telling me I'm not ******* enough
burning up my lungs with **** and crying off my makeup
inside my heart  I've long known I've given up.
just yesterday I learned that my favorite feeling is feeling numb
broken and petrified, I told you I hate the person I've become.
now every time I drink, I can taste your name inside my ***
but I can't blame you, you tried your best to be with this ****** up person.
yet, in the end I'm so mad since I wish we could just work and for now, all I can really say is a simple & plain thank you. I give you my kindest regards even though I want hate you.
I hate how you left and the look you last gave me in your eyes. I can see that white flag, waving high that you were done and I'm here being the bad guy.  Cause in the ******* end, I felt like you were the one.
but you left me here alone hating the person that I've become.

I wrote a poem when I died...
Another at my birth.
A brand-new sonnet when I cried.
And again when there was mirth.

A song for my confession...
A story for my pain...
A painting for depression...
And nursery rhymes for rain.

My creations live inside my heart.
I keep them there in shame.
Yet you looked around and saw my art,
And smiled all the same.