I rest.
To not wake.

glass
is a weird thing
if it gets too hot
it'll melt
but if you drop it
it'll break into a million pieces
just like my heart
when you said
"we shouldn't be friends anymore,
you are just too much of a ******.".
my heart fell
and shattered
became sharp
angry
sad
bitter
confused
depressed
nervous
psychotic
glass­
is a very weird thing
but i understand it
maybe a little too much

He told me he loved how
I could put my reality into words
and now
they're all about him

He told me he wanted to be a romantic
have words flow out of him like birds
instead of caged and frantic
little did he know that's all they ever are

Another day, another mask,
A weary soul, a fragile task.
It's been so long, I've lost the feel,
Of what is fake and what is real.

Death is forever
So don't flirt with suicide

Death is painful