I’m in trouble, you’re a rebound
I could care less either way
But now you think that I am falling
and I’m pretty sure I’m gay
You don’t have big **** energy
You couldn’t hold this by a thread
You saw my heart beat in front of you
And left me standing there for dead
Thinking feelings were the problem
But you are a ****** friend
And now I will stop calling you
This really is the end
I’d say thank you for the memories
But I was the one making them
So here’s goodbye to my rebound
Thanks for nothing my fake friend

“I think I normalize that because of my childhood.”

And my eyes rolled hard.
For like the 10th time tonight.

Suicide on my mind yeh
I gotta make the time
I wanna sell my soul
Have some fun before I die
I been playin in the darkness
Ever since I was a child
Demons love to say my name
Call it out until I wake
All I see is red, though my thoughts exist in grey
I’m running with the shadows until I hit the grave
They whisper fun things in my ear
Never let me feel alone
They like to play little games just to see how far I’ll go
I’m still waitin on them to tell me how to sell my soul
Or does Satan already have it, I’ve always been cold but hot like I’m wrapped in the flames

And how I only like it when I’m high.



555am
The moon is 99.4% full
Hurricane Idalia is blowing in
I am high and it’s the beginning of sunrise
I like these moments, the in betweens
My thoughts and I can breathe
I understand me

I’m always the person left behind
I’m never seen
I can hand you the one I made
And I’m still nothing

Forever behind
Forever unseeen
**** life
I’m sick of being in between

Let's be dumb. Make bad decisions, get lost together, write books about it. For ever and ever. Even death, let’s cause hell.

I have a mouth but still I cannot scream
These memories now haunting my dreams
I cannot sleep I cannot wake
I am stuck in the circles of this misery

Who am I
I’m somewhere between the lines
The words the sounds
The lonliness dripping out

Hail. *******. Satan. My brain is funky again.

Words and emotions scribbling up my brain
Anxiety ******* me harder than a bbc
I want to ****…in live
And stop dying in my head
But how can I live when I don’t actually exist

But I love it so much
Cause I’m into the scene
And meeting people like me
Yet they’re not because why would two people be so alike
There are those who understand though
And you think they could be
Yet by the end of the night I’m dying internally