i'm not going to live your lies,
i'm going to live my truth,
whether you like it or not.

my smile creeps up on my face

the blood contrasting on the grass looks so lovely

who knew it would bring such joy to a person

to see the body lying there,

expressionless,

it's better than the arrogance it had.

Now i stand here alone,

the moonlight giving the body a magnificent glow.

what is beauty?
is it my eyes, my lips, my face?
what is beauty?
is it what others make of it?
what is beauty?
is it who i truly am as a person?
but what is it
if it isn't that?

maybe beauty is just what we make of it.

Not everyone was born a sinner
But it’s hard to tell with people

who am i?
am i skin and bones?
am i what i write?
am i what i speak?
who am i?

"your dreams are unrealistic" they say
but we only speak from what we see

you can't trust a survivor,
until you find out what they did to survive

the way i am with words,
the dancers are with music.
the flow they make,
the rhythm they create,
and it only gets better and better.

my smiles mean pain,
my smiles mean "save me",
my smiles mean that i need to be loved
my smiles are anything but smiles;
they're screams for help

𝘢𝘮 𝘪 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦?
stop thinking about it, just go to sleep.
𝘢𝘮 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦?
don't think, just close your eyes.
𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧?
stop.
𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦?


i don't know.

i never will.

just let me sleep

i sank ships,
when i was bored,
i watched them drown,
and laughed more.
I hated how the ships,
floated above the ocean,
i kissed the water with my lips,
and the waves splashed,
the waves crashed,
and down went the ships.
There was life under the boats,
and i lived it all,
i loved the blue,
the fish,
and most of all,
it was my home.

Why does it hurt when you tell me you love me
Even though that’s what I wanted to hear
Why do I tell you I hate you
Even though my love for you is clear
I never wanted to hurt you
But you let me down
So I had to teach you
To stick around
but now I don’t know what to fear

we danced around the fire that night,
and climbed the trees and watched the stars,
we rolled on the fields,
and played card games,
then slept on the grass,
and screamed our names,
we held each other's hands,
we held them tight,
and set up a fire,
and danced that night.

the sun sets,
because she believes she's not good enough,
and the sun rises,
because she has faith in herself

it's not easy being with you,
but it's not easy leaving you either

5 minutes left.
i thought we were in this together?
4 minutes left.
i can't be with you
3 minutes left.
i've gotta run
2 minutes left.
this can't be true
1 minute left.              
i have nothing to say
10 seconds left.
goodbye, i loved you, but the end is today.

i don't want to die alone,
but i don't want to die with you either

the joy of alone,
my solitude gives me space,
it helps me think,
sometimes i just need to be around nobody but myself.

i build myself,
into a newer version of me,
except sometimes it's not a good change.

sometimes it's hard to tell
whether somebody's love is unconditional,
and it makes me think of people differently.

when we try to defend ourselves,
we look like the bad guys,
but when we give in and say sorry,
we automatically become the good ones.

the color of your eyes
Remind me of the times
When we loved each other
Until we lost hope in ourselves
And forgot why we wanted to be together
I still look back and cant say
That I was ever happy with what we had

am i what i perceive me as?
or am i just a reflection?

gentle dreams,
stormy night
my dreams occur,
not a fright
because even though
its cold outside,
my mind is still trying to hide.

i dream of my mother,
holding my hand,
its warm and sunny,
our toes in the sand
we laugh and play
and she hugs me tight,
she says,
"take care, it's a chilly night"

she leaves me behind,
now I'm in my cold bed,
i turn over and i see
the night is dead,
it's early morning,
and i realize,
my mother helped me through
the lonely, helpless, 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.

like dawn,
i rise my head up,
and remember my values most,
then comes sunset,
and i feel down again.

people only show fear when they know they can't be saved

limits,
are just a way to show that we have control over something,

even though we end up crossing the limits.

is it the moon that's calling?
or the reflection of the sun,
that asks for light?

"when was the last time you felt like you could appreciate yourself?"

honestly, there's no better time than now. cuz ill regret it later, bringing myself down like that.

some lies,
some truth,
and some are an escape from your world,
the life that stories hold,
sometimes better than our own.