Today I realized how alone I am
I'm not alone but in all reality I am
Friends, mm can't seem to keep 'em around
Feels like I try too hard with them.
try to speak, get cut off.
Not them, it's me
I think.
Do they even like me, or are we just friends cause it would be inconvenient not to be.
the thought of caring doesn't seem to pass my way
or does it...
why hang around those who make you feel alone?
A room full of people you know
And none to make you feel like you're at home
Sad isn't it?
Outcast, thats what it is.
Its what i've always been.
the last to know a secret
The last to know what they really think.
Loner, lonely loner
Born alone, die alone, guess its time to change my motto
This has sat heavy on my mind for months now
Solitary lifestyle.
****, it really does **** to be alone.
I mean they've tried. So I think.
People get replaced everyday, it's okay I tell myself
But, is it normal to feel like this? As if it's not going to bother me?
Maybe I just need to go.
Go somewhere where no one will find me. Where I'll be alone but, won't feel alone.
Buy a ticket. Just go.
Got this tattoo, don't know what it means anymore. Don't think they feel the same way anymore.
I guess it's normal to feel like this. I'm just so used to it. Numb to it.
So maybe this is my way of saying goodbye
or, maybe this is just me waking up.
I won't know until I'm not feeling alone anymore.


**But, until then.

Hollow but hurting
You can see right through her
As she walks around more lifeless than a corpse
Her once bright smile and the twinkle in her eyes
Are nothing but memories of how she once was
Her slightly tanned skin now houses many scars
That serve as a reminder of her biggest mistakes
She walks with her head down
Unable to look the world in the face
While everyone around her
Turns and whispers to each other,
“There goes the girl who once had a soul.”

Blood brews

Whiskey thrashes rugged orifices

His garbled speech is stifled

By my crimson skin

An ivory doused from his liquid voice

Slash

He’s caressed with daggers

“Self indulgent *****.”

Gall severs in my throat

My iris droops to my waist

Slash

I’m fastened to the ground

The sun renders me frigid with its every ray

His wounds protrude to my chest

Slash

Ethereal whispers in his ears

Darken his soul with a hex

I see a smirk

He leans in  

I weave my head backwards

His arid lips don’t invite me

Not when I long to **** his wretched venom

Slash

I hide

I hear him in drips of the faucet

His whimper

The guttural sound he screams

I even hear the blades pressed to his wrist

Slash

Tears brim my smoldering eyes

I’ve been stitched by needles

I’m a defect

How can I be his pulse?

You.
with blushing cheeks of the most
captivating red,
skin of the softest of
yellow,
personality...
with a certain
spark.
I choose you.
Pikachu.

Poor, hapless souls! at whom we stand aghast,
As at invading armies sweeping by —
As strange to haggard face and desperate cry —
Did we not know the worm must turn at last?
Poor, hungry men, with hungry children cast
Upon the wintry streets to thieve or die —
Suffering your wants and woes so silently -
Patient so long — is all your patience past?

Are there no ears to hear this warning call?
Are there no eyes to see this portent dread?
Must brute force rise and social order fall,
Ere these starved millions can be clothed and fed?
Justice be judge. Let future history say
Which are the greatest criminals to- day.

Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.

All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can't be touched.

Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.

Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.

The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.

I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.

The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.