May be young
But my minds set on
Where I want to be
Hard to know
As the day grows old
The way its going to be

Can you feel just like I do
Be something to help me through
Someone who is always true
And I'll give my all to you

May be young
But older in soul
And I know all that I should
Like the music
That came before
And is timeless when you hear

No matter how far you reach out, our fingertips will never meet again, and I think maybe that hole in my chest will finally close itself and heal.

Your hand is too distant to grasp but the gaps between my fingers are becoming smaller and smaller nonetheless. I think it's easier this way.

You held me hostage by the throat, but I'm still breathing.

I am not another person. I am Myself, not Yours. I am Control, Emotions, and Desire of Individuality.

Sometimes I think,
Pain is okay.
If there were no pain in my life,
I wouldn't be able to write this way.

I'm completely l o s t

between your legs
and my own thoughts
of being more
and feeling ****

I'm caught up
around the feeling of
you never coming back
and I cling to it

there's a whole universe
growing inside of me
but there's a black hole
of sadness swallowing it all

I don't wanna hear you or
your voice asking me
how am I, how do I feel,
because I feel cheated

I think I'm cracking up
and my home, oh God,
it isn't where it should be,
and I'm not where I should

I just sleep
and try
to feel better,
tomorrow.

books are the only escape
from the world around me

want someone i can act weird around and just be silly in love with

Feeling chest heave
Not to cry in public

        I sometimes hate
        How emotional I am

Those words spat
A thousand daggers

       Why am I so
        sensitive?  

Fresh, frosted chocolate
Plate of dozen doughnuts

          Fat.

Catastrophic crosshatch
More red marks than pencil

         I’ll never pass.

Avoiding line of sight
Two souls elapsing.  

         When?

Thinking and breathing
a task sometimes overbearing

       *Because...