There's beauty in broken things
Even light has to be fractured to make color

talking to you is
like breaking my neck after a one inch fall
the chance of disaster so low
why not risk it all
but once it all goes to ****
i won't understand what's wrong
might find it difficult to remember
that its all my fault

just kidding
i blame myself for everything
i
feel
so
small

Struggle awake, restless eyes.
Arms begin to shake, fix on my disguise.
Walk beneath my toes, legs attempt to fall.
Tired of thinking If anyone really knows, giving up on it all.
Talk though half spoken words, treat your ears to all my lies. Seems as if everyone is sharpening their swords, even still laughter flies. Exhausted from being, wanting to fade away. Questioning what I'm feeling, before what I'm feeling sways. Engulfed by my bed, left to be forgotten.
Except for the voices in my head, because in the inside I'm rotten. Close my eyes for the final time, my tune has chimed for my
sleepless eternity

When happy endings aren't in surplus
Because some people will lose I suppose
I'll start to question my purpose