I
Don’t
Need
Your
*******
Advice.

But some money would be nice.

You've been on your own
all your life
til the point you almost got used to it.
Used to the silence
to the cold crying nights
and the embrace of loneliness.
Still,
a little voice inside you screams for
something
someone
anyone
to tell you you're meaningful,
'cause it never felt like it

Your eyes are like diamonds
Before they were compacted
Your lips are as soft as a peach
Pit cut in half
Your skin is as white and smooth as paper
After it has been crumpled and singed
Your body is as beautiful as
That of a manatee
Don’t worry, maybe you look like a mermaid

from a distance

passed memories
what good is a blurred compliment
"you were once good at this"
so i am now a failure
and have lost what made me worth something
i guess i will never be good enough in your eyes

im so sorry
i miss you so much
i didnt mean to miss you this much
but i dont know how to *******

stop

I am still trying to be your friend
Looking past many flaws
It's kinda hard to see past
The stress you always cause

I know I should let you go
You are a battle I'll never win
Something keeps me holding on
Through the chaos I am in

You are not worth it anymore
This is not what I envisioned
I truly mean it this time when I say
I am done with being imprisoned

what's fun about being hurt
when you didn't invite hurt in the first place
what's sad about being happy
despite your loved ones died recently
what's wrong about smiling to someone you barely even know

you try to be nice to mean people
you try to be mean to nice people
you try to be fair when everything is unfair

you're being unfair, you know?