with trembling bones and aching hearts we scream
calling out for people who can not hear us
with broken hopes and shattered dreams
we are falling further than we have ever fallen before
with empty souls and hollow thoughts
we are vacant
we are gone

leave me on the ground in the woods to soak up the earth.

when im done and my bones are filled with dirt come pour water over me in hopes that from my ribcage flowers might bloom.

come check on me from time to time, you can pick a flower for your new lover if you like, I wont mind.

come and see me, you can feed me water and tend to my weeds.

I know you couldn't love me in person but what about when I have roses blooming from my eyes?

I know you never saw any beauty in me but what about when I am the garden in which you take pride?

I know you couldn't stand to touch me when I had skin but what about when daisy spring from in between my bony thighs?

We are burning in fires.
The same fires we set ourselves and we are crying out with shaking voices for people who can not hear us.
We are laying in pools of our own blood.
The same blood we watched spill from our freshly slit wrists and we are crying out with trembling voices, for people who can not hear us.
We are perishing in the centre of our own chaos.
The same chaos that we caused with all our guilt, greed, and grief.
We are crying with out with hollow voices for people who can not hear us.

I've noticed that you seem distant recently.
Drifting further and further away each day.
I can feel you slipping through my fingers.
You go there often.
That place you go when your not here.
I can tell its different from here.
I  can tell that where ever it is you go you seem more at peace.
I hope you feel free.
I hope you can smile there without feeling fake.
I hope you know I looked for you when you first started to leave.
I wanted to bring you back to me.
I needed my friend you see.
But I think now it seems the place you go is the place you need to be.

I hate you.
I hate you for hurting me in all of the ways that you have.
I hate you.
I hate you for leaving me when I needed you most.
I hate you.
I hate you for looking into my eyes and telling me lies.
I hate you.
I hate you for running when you should of stayed.
I hate you.
I hate you because you make me hate myself for loving you despite all that you have done.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
I ******* hate you.

the tree stood still and alone.
alone and standing still the tree creaked and moaned with every dying breath it took.
one day soon I will cut down the tree that stands still and alone.
I will cut it up into pieces for your fire, so at night you are kept warm.
you will enjoy the warmth coming from the burning tree, but never the warmth of me.
it will take me a whole day to chop it down and I will work tediously but you will not thank me.
instead you will ask me to pour you a cup of tea.
and I will, I will make it with love, and watch as you drink it with hate.
together we will watch the tree turn black in our fire place, you being glad for the tree me being glad for you.
im jealous of that tree, it gets to feel your admiring eyes whilst all I get from you is coldness.
I should probably remind myself to take pleasure in chopping it down.