What is your purpose on my plane
why do I have to be so completely insane
with or without you
Each night I die
though you never see me cry
I still don’t understand
with or without you
I thought you cared
I thought I knew the truth
but now I do
there is no truth
with or without you
The child deep within
struggles on to live
but that fire was snuffed out
by the tears
I never shed
with or without you
The story must end
and so shall my light
as all good and evil must do
I’ve learned so much
and all from being
with or without you

I burned your sandwich today.
Just like your mom used to.
Except she was just bad at making sandwiches.
I wanted to ruin your day.

The phone bill, rigidly $99.95 a month
Has overage fees on it.
You’re making a lot of private calls
For your public service job.

I think someone’s been siphoning gas
While we sleep
Because I certainly didn’t use that much,
Honey.

I’m onto you.
But I’m not bitter
Not at all.
Sorry about the sandwich.
Have a nice day
with her.

it’s so obvious
you are weary of
your concrete lips
and your padlocked heart.

you wear your latest mistake
hidden under a thin winter coat
buttoned to the top.
you’re covering up who
you are in paper scarves
that will melt in the rain.
you’re so afraid.
but of what?
of judgment?
no one will see your beauty
if you cloak it in your fear.

she was the girl that everyone wanted
the reckless young rebel
who was a question mark to most
and an answer to others

she kept most things to herself
such as her secrets and her razor
for that's the way she coped
when everyone expects perfection
you have to be perfect

she was the one boys went after
but could never quite catch
her drinking was the infinity
and her smoking was a protest
she did not smoke to enjoy herself
but to die .

coping is not living
but surviving
you do not live in a world
where coping
is a "good" thing
coping means you struggle
struggling means you
hurt
hurt means that
everyday you wake up
just wanting
to go back to
sleep
forever