This might be paranoia Please tell me that I’m wrong But 27 days Is already far too long I told you that I loved you You said you loved me more We smile through our sutured eyes And then you shut the door I thought that I would lose again You told me you would stay Used to always be around But now you’ve walked away Now and then, you stop to talk Enough to keep me on But not so much to make me think You’re not already gone.
Useless, I swore to use this, but I can’t do this Turn around, sit down, I’ll tell you if the shoe fits Rage fits, but I can’t scream Burning fires in my dreams It’s going well, or so it seems But luck can change so fast—I mean, Are you, are you not on board? Care to duel? Words are my sword It’s just too much; I can’t afford The price of nice behavior toward These people wearing masks I’m not a person; I’m a task If you don’t like me, I’ll just ask Before I’m lost in the past
I wrote this in like 10 minutes as I was going to school which is why it’s lower in quality than a picture taken on an early-2000s flip phone
Enter in the beauty of this purity Sincerity’s a rarity Look in the mirror and I stare at me Offer up a prayer for me But the guilt overrides me It eats up inside me Bide my time ‘till I’m free Like the inverse of Lyme disease Fine by me, let me be I’ll huff and puff in ecstasy But words are nothing; words are free Words sap up my energy These colors aren’t that fun Found myself overrun Screams brighter than the sun Coming from everyone Yet they live their lives in white lies With nothing else to stand by No power helps their planes fly And in the end they all die Honesty’s a lonely word Feeling under scrutiny Heavy under blows; is this a mutiny? Pardon me, Because I was never the captain I was never in charge Life doesn’t have captions It’s just blank index cards Murphy’s law applies to spirits Raise a glass for your ghost Right when things are gone, That’s when you miss them the most
Writing is my only hope The pen’s blood-ink, it stains my throat There’s no one there to fawn or dote Surrounded by my poison moat Isolated by the fray Shackled wrists, I’m locked away They stick around for just a day Then turn and leave me where I lay Draining; all I do is try Sinking as they pass me by Sometimes you just have to cry But tears won’t come—I wonder why My words are all I’ve got and less For looks alone don’t pass the test Hot, I’m not, just a hot mess They like me, but don’t like me best
I have a curious kind of heart The kind left untouched by all but a kindred spirit Felt undone and they don’t want to hear it Synthesize joy but don’t dare go near it Maybe the breeze thinks I’m flawless But deep in my mind, it’s a perfect kind of lawless Take away my thoughts, I’m poor and I’m jobless But the cycle churns on and I don’t have the guts to stop this I’m fighting underground, fighting underground They don’t listen to my sound, listen to my sound I fear what I can’t hear If the darkened voice drew near, I’d disappear— Oh, disappear
If only my words were worth more, I wouldn’t bleed A little good company, that’s all I need Pick up the Word and I make it my creed But it wasn’t my script I was supposed to heed I’m trying to move on, find a person, find a friend Not someone who would run, but who would stick it to the end I swear I’ll just break if I keep trying to bend I still don’t know if I’m truly on the mend Then, I guess I’ll just tend my wounds Speak to the truth, I ain’t looking for a golden boon Ask for my name, everyone’s like, “Lynni who?” I’m learning while I’m yearning for a talking-to, that’s the truth