I'm underwater he won't let me up he won't stop I'm almost dead I can't breath I need help can't anyone see this I guess not I need your help come ******* help already you for real can not see this **** well when u need help ******* to oh my ******* God please help me please its to late I'm dead he killed me and no one helped me

ill shove flowers into my mouth and choke
myself to death with all the pollen because you
know im allergic to lilacs but you said they make my eyes look beautiful and i wanted to be
just that.

I looked in the mirror and decided I don't look twelve anymore
I look thirteen

You could ask him what he wants
He would say, her
You could ask me what i wanted
I would've said him
But wanting isn't enough
You can't ignore me
Avoid me
Distance yourself from me
But still say you want me
I'm trying to be happy now
I don't want you anymore
So don't say that I do
"You still think about me"
I do because you ruined me
I'm sorry your mistakes broke your heart and you blamed me
but you shattered me
through months of ignorance
on a year long journey to **** a girl
and keep your hands clean
When i put my faith in you
you were unfaithful
don't say you need me
when all i needed was you
and you ran away.

I was in a very dark place,
I lived in a permanent sigh,
but I wanted to be in outer space.

I hated everyone of every race,
and I spent my days saying goodbye;
I was in a very dark place.

To my parents I was a disgrace,
they considered me much too wry,
but I wanted to be in outer space.

I was good at keeping a straight face.
My friends always wondered why.
I was in a very dark place.

Change came to help my case
in the summer, in mid-July,
but I wanted to be in outer space.

Nobody knew how to brace
themselves for my wanting to die.
I was in a very dark place,
but I wanted to be in outer space.

Sarcastic lies roll of my tongue.
The words are not sweet.
They're painful.
I love it.

I still see those eyes and wonder why.
Do you honestly regret me?
I regret myself.
Whatever.

I act the way I do to prove myself to you.
Prove I'm not weak and helpless.
I should be proud of myself.
Yet I feel the opposite.

My mind's metamorphosis, I was new.
Left my old life due to all the sadness.
I've tried cutting off bad branches.
Turns out it was all along.

I'm not asking for forgiveness, that's gone
Instead let's try to make a new life.
No more complaining about it.
You and I, let's be happy.

“Rolling Rock” it reads, fatefully so, so I’d hope he’s no Sisyphus.  Bringing corner markets drought with pocket money, he’s perhaps overlooked by the commoner a proletariat.  dating me in simply ways, peeing from the next room, my alone time, and indexing my forefinger: canine and biscupid, telling me to feel the ****** up’d-ness inside his skull.  I claim otherwise but I suppose within fingers lies fallacy!