A picture's worth a thousand words
But who said you know what those words were?
From black and white to color
From the love of your life to some other

Who are you to say what I meant?
I'm not here for you to torment
Anymore.

I don't speak Yiddish
But how can you not love a word like Chutzpah?
I already know MY audacity will never diminish
Whether it's a roller coaster or telling someone I love them
There's nothing to lose when your body is already condemned.

I'm slowly destroying my own self.
This disease is eating me alive
While I watch from behind my eyes.
Each day I try and pretend
That I'm not angry
Or scared out of my mind.
I'm a brain trapped in a broken body
With no way out
And no way to fix what's broken.
All I can do is hope to stop the disease
In its tracks
And hope I don't get worse.
But there is no getting better.

I've never let anyone in

At least not all of the way

The door is open, but only part of the way

They can step inside but

The most important door is locked

On those nights when everything is dark

When I know I'm mediocre at best

When there's a flood of tears

And I can't give a reason to them

When I yell in my head

Asking God why he gave me this

Why he made me so **** breakable

I don't mind the broken bones

The scars make us who we are

It's the ones inside I can't stand

The ones behind the door that's locked

Even the things I thought I was good at

Mediocre is the word of the day

But it's only at night

These demons come crawling in

When the world seems to shrink and expand infinitely

And I can't see the end

But feel the edges creeping closer

When I can't breathe for fear of poison

But it's already there, in my head

In that room I keep away from everyone

The poison is a part of me

And I just wait for it to **** me

But maybe it will just stay there

I'm too mediocre for it to care

Whether I live or die

If everything has no rhyme or reason,
What's the sense in all the love songs?
If everything is random,
Why should i believe the epic love stories?
If the world doesn't care,
Prove to me true love is even real.
Poetry is supposed to be beautiful
And make me believe in something
But why should I when even the stars above are dead?
When I look for someone I would fit with
Instead of someone who makes my heart want to explode
When science tells me it's just chemicals
And I don't believe what the stories tell me
When I just don't want to feel alone
Instead of wanting someone to complete me

Sometimes I need to write to get all the bad stuff out
But sometimes it’s time to write about happy stuff
About my dog who loves to cuddle
Or that video game I love to play
About singing at the top of my lungs
Or dancing in my car with the windows down
Feeling better after a bad hangover
Or being productive after procrastination
Sometimes I write about my woes
But sometimes, just sometimes
I write about the end of the shadows

You pretended I was beautiful
That I was what you wanted
You put more effort in than I expected
Until I was trapped and I’m still haunted
Four years later and I still think about you
Even though you just used me for her
You’re the boy with the god complex
And I don’t know what I did to deserve it
When you were done with me you started a fight
So it wouldn’t be your fault at the end
But don’t worry, everyone knows what you did
And it doesn’t matter how much you pretend
But I guess in a way you did win
I can’t seem to fix me, or trust anyone else with my heart
I still have nightmares of you
I watch you break me apart
You told me you loved me
Just to keep yourself in control
But when I said I loved you
I meant it with my heart and soul