Sometimes people paint you in ink,
Thick black layers of mind tricks.

Sometimes people try to paint,
Over your insecurities and mistakes.

My migraines are clouds,
Distorting my mind.

My emotions feel empty,
I'm numb to this life.

I played with fire,
So my skin was burnt.

I jumped in the ocean,
I felt my lungs fill up.

Depression and obsession,
I feel sick to the core.

Flat line my love,
My mind is abnormal.

My brain is so overworked,
I'm short circuiting quite hard.

My heart is breaking pathetically,
Why am I this hurt?

I'm sick of pleasing others,
But everyone wants something for free.

I'm just exhausted when that something
Is me.

I feel mischievous,
Like I should say no.

My heart was torn up,
Yet I yearn for you to hold.

Don't say I love you,
But pull me down under.

Your passion is strength,
Your eyes are wonders.

Why has love become so complex,
We'd rather chip or slash,
A work of art before,
We can even admire them.

When did love become so bitter,
Your love was miniscule but your,
Hatred overflowing like hurricanes,
Mixed with waterfalls.

I open my heart so carefully like a door,
A creak or chip could damage it more,
But you rip it open like a nut,
So violently merciless it makes me numb.

Where has the love of storybooks gone?
A knight was unrealistic, pretentious,
but our fathers were hardworking, learning,
Yet you choose to throw stones in glass homes.

No matter the words I speak to you,
My voice is silenced like I am nothing more,
Than a fun experience or life lesson,
While you can take what you want from me,
Until I'm dead.

Wide eyed, your hope,
It filled lives with fluid dreams.

Your life felt like home,
Reminding us all to be grateful in time.

My time is a chokehold,
How can I live my life knowing yours has died.

Through sunflower fields of hatred,
You were someone to me lost to time.

Play with fire,
Let it charcoal your skin,
Brush off your sparks,
Let's regret the touch of hope.

Play with fire,
Curious yet dangerous,
You'd think burning fingertips,
would be enough.

Playing with fire,
Incineration when I thought,
I was going through creation,
Left my skin dry as bark.

Played with fire,
Left my burnt trunks hollow,
Increased my suffering for tomorrow,
As these burns will never heal.

Foolish nature,
Desired so much to be light,
We forgot that radiation,
Can **** us on sight.

Light raised up so much,
It was a bewildering shadow,
To discover the rays of truth.

Procrastination of time,
I decided to leap through,
Waste not a breath more.

But I formed memories that,
Will die in time,
Twisting my mind.

I truly believed,
Thinking I had you,
Permanently.