There's a burning in my chest,
and it doesn't seem to fade.
This sense of loss and confusion,
it damages my brain.
My soul yearns for the path,
but nothing seems to appear.
I remember when I didn't feel like this.
Oh God,
how I wish it would disappear.

And then I realized,
you don't even care about me anymore.

I died looking in her eyes.

But,
do you ever stop to think,
"Where did the idea come from?"

That's how I think it's possible.

I need her like I need air in my lungs.

I wish I was hungover on her.

Her beauty aligns with the stars in the sky.

I don't need to be high;
I have you.

The amount of scars that line my body could never amount to the love I have for you.

When I almost downed that bottle of pills,
I didn't stop and think that in the future I would have someone as great as you.

That day I fell in love with the taste of your lips.

I told her that every things been going smoothly,
that I'm okay.
The little red lines that run along my skin scream for another answer to give,
but I resisted.

If I had a choice of how to die,
I'd chose for it to be on my own terms.

And just like that,
another friend down the drain.
I did nothing to make you hate me,
but it is what it is...

right?

I blame myself
for what you do to
yourself.

Should've killed myself when I had the chance.

New scar,
new memory,
new story.

I have love on my mind,
and a body that's always next to mine.
I'm still having those thoughts
that turn into huge knot.
My scars are starting to be mended,
oh, how I thought it had ended.

Who am I even writing for anymore?
Certainly not myself.

How clichè,
the rain
falling down on the grass we were sitting in.
You leaned in,
as did I.
"Can I kiss you?"
That one question lead to one peck.
My first kiss,
her's too.

In the bed,
we cuddled and held hands,
that's when your lips once again met mine.

Oh,
how I can get use to the feel of your
soft lips on mine.
I could do it for a lifetime.

I can't write about love.
I simply don't know how.
Sad things are my specialty.
I just wish I could form words about you.

Reminder:
She loved me before her.

I dyed my hair so that I do not resemble my father anymore.

You promised me forever.

When did forever become never?

I cannot see anymore.

I feel the same way today











**** me.

I can now see
that you've forgotten about me.

I can't write pretty words,
let alone speak them.
Pretty words don't leave my head
now that I feel alive again.
I almost feel no pain,
I almost feel no happiness.
I'm totally okay,
and I think it's driving me insane.

i feel unwanted and numb.

i do not regret it
i do not feel ****** about it
and i would do it again in a
*heartbeat.

i hope everyone knows
it's not because of them,
it has everything to do with
me.

i know why no one will ever love me or want me.
It's not hard to decipher.
i'm easy to leave and forget,
and you're the reason i know that now.

i sure did look cute
in between your legs.

I am infatuated with your being.

im having a crisis,
and you're probably just fine.

"The way you talk about him,
it's like you're in love with him."

The thought of her is like a boomerang,
it always comes back.