I can't say anything about the way you feel
I don't KNOW you.
We can talk about all this ******* but
I'll just blow you.
Instead.
I'll aim for my own head.
Hold in the words I never said.
And will never say.
I don't know how to do this anymore.
You've rotten me to my core
...god this *****

i want to write out what this feeling is like but i’m so ******* sick of my own metaphors
i don’t want to write about how deep the ocean is or how i can feel this and that in my bones
i don’t want to be that kind of writer, i don’t want to be cliché
i just want to say that i’ve felt so detached lately, like i’m made of different parts taken from different junk yards and i have a feeling in my gut that i’m either going to be a really big nothing or a really small something
i want to be good at something
writing and being poetic is too easy
why are we so easily fascinated by someone who can compare two unlikely things and talk about how the sky bends and how your fingers tremble at the thought of being destructive
this is too easy

Oo, this is ugly.
I've grown to crave the pain
And for the last ******* time
I swear this is the last ******* frame

It's all the same thing
...all the same thing, all the same thing
                                ...all the same

They really don't mean anything anyway.
Honestly, I don't know why I bother.

God, please **** me.
Make it gruesome.
Spell "HATE" with my intestines
Make a pentagram or something

Be creative

I woke up dreaming
Eyes red
Heart black
Tinted green and glossed with ash

I loved you so much
I killed you.

Why would I leave you in this ******* *******, hate everything, God forsaken world

I'd be so wrong for that
And so were you for turning blue

I thought you said "forever"

**** what you lost

Then eat the afterbirth

Face turning blue

What are you gonna do?

Breath and heart stopping
Now Look at you

Everything you live for is now gone

And everyone who loved you will see you

For the ******* that you are.