You didn’t deserve what you were given
Fading into a dark nothingness
You Couldn’t even whimper

They never cared
They never do
Plucked off the streets
You did nothing wrong
You were nothing but a test
For their grand feats


They gave you a one way ticket
“To the moon! They said
Your home was never meant to be the stars
Asphyxiating into a bleak oblivion

I grew up in the midwest
Listening to my favorite emo bands
Like American football and tiny moving parts
I tried showing you these bands, but you never gave me the time of day
Saying how one direction is better than anything I listen to


My parents say they’re worried
About how I handle my life
Mom, dad, I’m fine
You just don’t understand (that’s cliche)
How I feel
So ill just close my bedroom door
And put on “Your favorite weapon”
By brand new
For the fifth time that day

Ill destroy every picture of us
Except for the one we took together
At your parents backyard barbecue
We had a good time, but
you were flirting with the next door neighbor the entire time

SO PLEAASEEEE HAVE MERCY ON MEEEEEEEE

Not to be mean, but you should go
Not to be mean, but you should go
It hurts me as much as it hurts you,
But trust me, you should really, really go

Generally, when people talk about depression, it’s well, depressing. I am here to talk about all the great things that come along with depression!

The perks of being depressed

If youre anything like me, you’re overweight and have a terrible self image. If that’s the case, i have good news for you! Depression makes you not able to eat. Because of this, you can lose a bunch of weight! How convenient.

The perks of being depressed

Hmmm...ah! My *** drive is at an all time low. This might seem bad but really, I no longer feel the urge to ******* ever so I have more time to do things like cry and sulk!

The perks of being depressed

Like most college kids, I do not get enough sleep! With depression, I can nap literally all day, and still be tired for bed a few hours later!

The perks of being depressed

Talking to people is such a chore. Thankfully, depression keeps me from reaching out to people and communicating. Now I can just put my headphones in and I don’t have to talk to anyone!

The perks of being depressed

It’s silly to think that I still had hope
While facing so much adversity
It’s not admirable, it’s sad and naive
Why can’t I just convey my feelings
Like someone that’s emotionally stable

I finally told you how I feel
And two awkward glances and three feet of distance
I think I’m finally ready to call it quits
I’ll go back to being a recluse
Because once again
I had my heart broken by you

Sure winter is cold, but at least I feel something.
I’m tired of sitting here getting buried by snow, just to have it melted by false hope

It’s really coming down to the wire
I’m sick of continual sadness
But do you ever even tire
When all you do is fill me with madness

I am tired of getting stepped on every day
nobody notices me, I’m just another nothing
I’m so common, so forgettable
Its a good question really, what am I?

I’m left out in the cold
Im an afterthought to everyone
I’m tired of this, I’m tired of being here
Nobody would miss me if I wasn’t there

Would anyone notice?
someone would I know it
I hope so
I think
Would they?

They say time flies when you’re having fun
But time with you seems to drag slowly
Like the second hand just doesn’t want to move
but I’m having the time of my life

You are like a rollercoaster
You leave me breathless
I’d wait forever to be with you
Believe me, I love you

But instead, I sit on this cold patch of pavement listening to tiny moving parts
Sulking on what I wished would’ve been


I’m happy for you
I really am

But I will never be happy without you

Yo ******* I’ll do what I want
Im tired of your wanna be helpful *******
It’s nothing, its null, its ******* void

You don’t understand
Its ok you say,
No.. it’s ******* not

I’m hopeless, really
Its *******, really
Its not that I wanna die,
I just wanna take a break from living
I’ll be fine, not really
Peace out, adios, bye

Tyler, this is for you
Thank you

I bought you a bottle of pink moscato
A present to celebrate the weekend
You said it’s my favorite I said yeah I thought so

I bought you a bottle of pink moscato
For us to share in the shower on every days dawn
Now on every days dawn I wake up in an empty bed in an empty room in an empty house  
I get out of bed and go to my fridge
It’s empty except for the bottle of pink moscato I bought you before you sat me down and laid out every flaw I have
and how I’m not good enough.
We shared one last glass that day and the bottle will wait chilled for the day you return

Love isn’t real
Those who believe
Are delusional
Or maybe
I am the one
That’s delusional
Because I have never loved
Or been loved

As I sit here drunk
On a Thursday evening
I can’t help but think
How you got away
I’m so sorry
I wasn’t good enough


I just wanna think about you-
What we’ve been through
And why it didn’t work
How my flaws pushed you away
No matter how hard I tried
I was never enough


I’m sorry, Im sorry
I’m so ******* sorry
I rea-ly tried
i’m sorry, Im sorry
I’m so ******* sorry
I wasn’t enough.
i’m sorry, Im sorry
Im so ******* sorry
So. *******. Sor-ry

[I lay in my bed for hours at a time
With nothing but my
cell phone and a cigarette
Wanting to call you, to call you
I know I should, I really should
But I can’t bring myself to
Dial that number I knew oh so well

Thanks to YOU, I’m so sad
thinking of all the things I gave you
I’m sitting here at 4 AM
you’re tugging at my heartstrings
Listening to Real Friends
Just like we did together
In my bed, tangled endlessly ]

[loud and angry, no guitar] You are a toxin, you are a poison
You were selfish and uncaring
And I fell for all of it
Every hot and sweaty minute of it
Im tired of this, I’m tired of you
[soft] I love you

i’m sorry, Im sorry
I’m so ******* sorry
I Rea-ly tried.
I’m sorry, i’m sorry
I’m so ******* sorry.
I’m a *******
I’m sorry, Im sorry
I’m so ******* sorry
I’m sorry, Im sorry
I’m so ******* sorry
I’m sorry, Im sorry
Im so ******* sorry
I’m so ******* sorry.

Yes, I know it’s late,
But im tired and emotionally vulnerable,
So this ones for you.

I always said I hated high school,
Looking back, it was simple.
I hung out with you and the others all the time,
And everything was easy.

Also, you were a part of my life,
Probably the best part,
even if you weren’t mine
I was wrapped around your heart,
Soaking in the last scent of your unforgettable perfume.
Its whatever now, I’ll be fine

How did I get to this point?
Am I so alone I have to look back years ago?
Or is the future so bleak I have no choice?
Im not too sure,
Call it a combo, call it neither

All I know is
Now I have a bunch of old pictures of us pulled up,
And I cant help but bring back,
All of the joyous pain and heartache
I so long suffered with

I’ll never forget the night I met you
And texting my friend so excited after
“Dude she’s beautiful”
“She’s so cool”
I couldn’t get enough,
I was hooked

You’ve helped me grow
You’ve helped me develop
Into who I am today
For that, thank you
I love you.

I’m  nothing but a ******* taking up valuable space and oxygen
You wake up in the morning, him lying next to you
You smile and think,  I could get used to this
While I’m over here, waking up cold and alone
Thinking, I hope I never get used to this
I hope I get over this

I spend nights alone, holed up in this hell hole
Reading Plath and Bukowski
Trying to find inspiration
To write and to live
I have my sad songs on repeat
I have no more heart to give

I think its finally time
To give up and say goodbye
So this is it, one last plea
From me to you,
Sincerely, goodbye

You see, mental health is a funny thing.
for some reason, people are afraid to talk about it.
You can ask me anytime about it
Its not something I notice constantly.
Its more of a brick in the bottom of my backpack that I call life.
You see, it constantly weighs on me
But by now, I’m used to it.

You see, I used to question why I constantly felt so hollow
But now, I just assume it’s the same thing as my brick


It’s funny, you see
I almost welcome them nowadays
Because whenever I feel happy or full,
I know it won’t last
Because my brick isn’t there
Or at least, I can’t feel it

Everyone has a brick, mine is just heavier than others