I tried to help but made it worse
I cannot shake this lonley curse
Everything I touch I destroy  
But look to the future for the hope of some joy
Only for it to be snatched away
I don't deserve your time of day
A loner surrounded by people
One side of me is filled with love
And thoughts of being peaceful
The other side is tainted with thoughts of just pure evil

Follow every track on my vein
And you can map out the pain
I use just to black out my brain
Captain deranged
Acting insane
Sat back with my backpack back in the rain
Blackout , snap back and I'm back in the game
Racking my brains don't want money but I'm begging for change but for now I'll keep acting the same trying to maintain in the main frame an keep focus on the main aim
Any way to rot the brain

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Can I get a super tab of acid liquid at some psychedelic doses
And we can crush our noses snorting osteoporosis
Time to process psychosis
I don't know if you know this or you've noticed
But I'm certainly not the oldest or the wisest
But the surprise is that the thing that made me write this was that little bit of happiness that lives inside us

Walking the streets from
midnight to early morning,
is not unlike walking through
a graveyard at dusk.
You can see the ghosts of peoples day.
You can hear the echo of their voices.
You can feel their presence.
While stalking the streets
you pass under the fog
clouding around hazy street lamps,
look into dark windows,
and you’re as good as alone.
Breath leaves your mouth,
swimming around you like
the smoke of a cigarette.
The faintest glimmer of life
echos the streets you wander.
The silence screams louder
than your own thoughts.
You wonder what it would be like to die,
would you stay a ghost on these streets?

when my infatuation dims
midnight conversations
fade into radio silence
I'm sorry for making you my muse
you look at me in ways I always wanted someone to
and in another life I'd love you the way I should
my weakness is I've only ever held on to unrequited love
and I'm not sure I know how to let someone stay
consistency intimidates me
maybe heartache is more of a friend than I'd like to admit

2 a.m.
I'm back again,
Nice to see you, old friend.
Why am I here?
I'm sorry I don't remember.
What am I doing?
I think hiding from the daylight.
What says that's alright?
Well nothings stopping me from staying up all night.