I hate what I write
Page by page of scratched out thoughts
Word by word; more annoying
I hate you
I hate you
The page is the mirror
My words are my reflection
Ugly
Ugly
Not real
You are not new
You are everyone else
They won't love you
There is never an end
Day after day
I feel dumb again

My life shouldn't have begun
I was never one to finish all
I fight til I stop
And I stop every day
I sang to you once
You kissed me that day
I climbed into my sheets
And cried pain away
Now there was no song
Please come back lullaby
Beautiful, come kiss me goodbye

We had seven months
We went **** fast
But we took **** slow
We were broken
Beginning is the end at the end
We were for love
But we were for healing
We did what we needed
We loved and that's what we needed
I need no justification
It wasn't always the best
I won't lie about that
But even in the darkest moments
It was one hell of a ride
Even for the pain
But also the good
For everything you did
Thank you

Bad habits
Tried to kick the problem
I fall backwards
Into something, maybe nothing
I'm in there no matter what
Must be black demons
Red hearts
Deep scars
Addiction always there
What's your drug?
Like knives, blue pills
No matter what
Anger kills
Can't fight
Won't win
Gave up
And I'm here again

There's a thorn in my finger
I pull and watch the black pour out
Watch as anger takes me into stone
I stop
Frozen in place
Filled with a dark heart
I spring back to life
Leaping at the enemies that put knives into me
But as soon as I walk away
The feelings fade
No knives
No ******
Just me
Alone with a dark heart
Alone with black blood
A monster inside
A passion of mine
Escape is no option
Can't run
But I'll hide

I have a thousand books
A library in my head
Silly thoughts
Overused
Lost in a temple of stories
I speak only the story
The stories weren't written
I have 'em at home
Stories of death
Dreams that died
Just like that silly little boy I write to
Stories of loss
Loss of importance
Stories of us
The stories of myself

Pull hearts that tear the pieces
Kick in doors of homes for robbing
We coming in like a wind that can't stop
We have the power and we got things to say
I lost it all when I played that game
So say little boy
Can you fight and try to write
Right the wrongs of your own vice?
You lost what you had and it ain't coming back
Daddy left
You can't fight that fact
You have only your pen
Only the gun
Stand and fight
Or sit and write