I usually shy from feeling
Another person against my skin.
I'm fragile and gentle and tormented
My bones are paper-thin.

You, however, are an exception.
I love your sweet caresses.
The love and warmth you give
Pull me from emotional messes.

Though I can't see you now,
Know it you of whom I'm thinking,
Dreaming of the better times
When you've saved my soul from sinking.

Now I'd write the world for you
To simply show the grasp you have
Of my entire beating heart, you see,
I've not withheld myself even half.

The words wouldn't come together,
And I'd ramble on for hours,
Never finding the proper way to tell
How intense I feel love's powers.

I know you've much better things
To do than read more lines
So I guess I'll end this letter here
Until your lips once more graze mine.

<3

A t   t h i s   p o i n t ,   I ' m   l e s s   h u m a n   t h a n   a   s k u l l .
T h e   u n c a n n y   v a l l e y   i s   m y   h o m e
E x c e p t   I   d w e l l   s i x   f e e t   u n d e r   t h e   s u r f a c e .

Writing something down so I feel useful..

I'll get to my homework eventually

I look around at the world around me.
I don't see anything worth loving about myself.
I've given up on being a decent human being. I'm never okay.
Some days I can't even wake up without being in pain.

One more word, and I'll blow up.
One more day, and I'll grow up.
One more drink, and I'll throw up.
One more week, and I'll give up..

But words don't have to be said-,
Growing is an ongoing process,
Drinks don't have to be alcohol,
And help is easily available.

1-888-299-1188

I lean against the door.
I cannot stand anymore.
My mind is in a war.
I crumble to the floor.

Nothing could...
Even if it be something deadly-

Cancer
biting my tongue,

Poison
on my lips,

Venomous snakes
Drooling expectantly,

Fear of defeat
From spiked punch,

Or even from guns
And bombs against my skull,

Chemotherapy, overdose,
Pretty poisons and drowsiness...

Nothing could stop me
From loving you eternally

Where the wind will blow
Is beautifully darkened
Past the horizon

I wish I had the words
To perfectly describe
Everything in my life

I feel so full of letters
Of words with no real phrases
That don't seem to come together
Or form a clear idea properly

I wish I had the words

I'm just a ghost,
A rotting mortal shell,
A husk without bones,
The one who speaks uselessly
As he waits for his final death.

I may be just a bit more
Suicidal than before, but
If you listen closely
To the story I dare to tell,
It only
                
               gets

                        


                                                              ­                                                   worse.

I extend my beating heart to you,
fearful of your answer.
I don't know whether you'll take it
Or avoid me like a cancer.

Quoiromantic- that's what I am.
Sure, I may not be the same,
But I want to take a risk.
I want to play love's cruel game.

I may be miles away from you,
But if your feelings were ever true,
We could still attempt to try this out,
A 'test run', if you will, to get rid of doubt.

I just can't look into your eyes;
I know that when I do, I'll cry.
Oh, I'll try, and try, and try not to lie to you,
But choking on my tears, I can't stay true.

I wish you could be here with me.
I need your rhythms and harmony.
Sure, I can sing on my own,
But I'll wander still, never finding home.

Listen, you know I can't forget you.
Our duets will go nowhere without a venue.
I live my life to make you proud,
But you only ever seem to look down.

I wish you could be here with me.
I need your rhythms and harmony.
Sure, I can sing on my own,
But I'll wander still, never finding home.

I'm sorry if I've ever upset you,
I lie awake in a cold sweat for you-
Hoping, praying, pleading I won't make you mad,
Knowing full-well you'll just be sad.

I wish you could be here with me.
I need your rhythms and harmony.
Sure, I can sing on my own,
But I'll wander still, never finding home.

You truly are my best friend.
I never want our partnership to end.
All good things must come to a close,
So I hope you'll wave to me before you go.

Youth of today are the leaders of tomorrow.
Treat them with respect because
They'll be the ones in charge of your corpses.
If you treat youth with incredulous rudeness,
We'll decorate your tombstone
With the very same slurs you throw at us.

I'm a walking corpse
Who should be dead.
I should die
But can't
****