When your cigarette doesn't ash and the cherry keeps on burning, and the way the smoke looks when it's lost it's way in the air,
and how people inhale the fumes like oxygen even though they know it's killing them.

The look of tears flowing from your eyes that match the red ribbons flowing out of your wrist,
and the look of healed scars,
and how behind each one there's a story that might never be told.

Empty people sourrounded by empty ***** bottles, and the way the alcohol burns their throats,
but they keep on drinking it anyways.

The dead looks in people's eye when they're advoiding something they don't want to talk about, and the way screams feels when they crawl up your neck.

The way the moon hides behind the clouds because it too cries sometimes and wants to be alone.
Old photographs that show your process of losing your inncocence,and your process of slowly dying.
The sharp keys on the piano and how the piercing noise hurts your ears and rings in the air.
The feeling of letting go.
Old heartbreaking love letters.
The calls for help no one really hears.
The feeling of kisses when they really don't mean anything other than you're lonely.
The clock that makes every sinking second sitting in the hospital room feel like decades.

The way I can find beauty in everything around me, but I can't seem to find an ounce of beauty in myself.

We shifted speeds on the overpass and spiraled forward into the future.

But I mean, where else would you go?

The byways turned into highways that turned into skyways,
and I fell out of the car every time Id blink.

Open swiftly and the terminal second was subliminal past,
lives Id never known yet felt so full of.

In the car I was whole
human
and heart beats and
didnt need anything
but the wind in the
window
and the lights past
buildings in a
blur.

Somewhere else I was traversing through fate,
guiding lights towards Atlas that he may drop his burden and see.

-P.S.

she says she want to do something
radical
to her body, but i no longer have an
urge to save these people anymore
because in what way have my words
ever made a difference, these people I
have loved just nod their head and
gratefully accept evils of all form
with open arms.

My worst fears have come true,
I'm just a face in the crowd that
means nothing to you.
I've got a ****** apartment with two dudes
dropped out of school to fly
but cash shot me down
And I swear someone taught my demons to swim
because I can't seem to get them to drown.
It's like I'm stuck in immaturity
I'm a twenty-something nobody,
twenty-something nobody at all.