The venom shared from the pillow held witness by the dark.
Can this embrace be cancer to us both?
Are the words hollow as so is the bullet just as dangerous in a lovers hand.

All will be forgiven one day when the hate has been washed clean and all truths tattered beyond reality.

Did we go beyond the path somewhere deeper than are first intention.
A ocean may drown as easy as the silence between us.

Nothing knows better than the night .
And her tears shed were simply a casting calls allure .
Smoke rings to the celling to vanish and linger all the same.

I am memory.

The worst poison of them all.
Killing with time and good intentions.

Nobody has a answer .

Ask lone questions that were made for a King,
one who was born mute, blind and deaf.
He'll express the most breathtaking things,
only coming from this final breath.

If friend groups and cliques played a major role in anything, school definitely takes most of the blame. Because when you get down to the truth, people are awful.

We are just, the worst. So don't go trying to chase a utopia where we all do good by each other, because we can't. We don't ever take the route we would actually prefer in life.

Why is that? I don't know.

Like I said, people are awful. And there really is nothing you can do about it.

Okay, you what saves my soul? Laughter.
Because even when I know somebody isn't talking to me, their laughter still exists. Hearing joy and knowing that someone is okay, words aside.

And for me, that will never be enough to satisfy my loneliness. But it has to be. For their sake.
And for some reason, I still hold out hope. The slightest bit of optimism. Why? Maybe because I can see it when eye contact is made for barely 5 seconds.

I can feel us wanting to fix everything. But for some reason... we don't?

And maybe we never will. And that will never be okay but it has to be. It doesn't make sense, it never will. And that's just my life. But I don't want this all to seem like a bad dream. Because I'll just look back with regret.

And I can't live like that.

It would **** me to do so.

there’s a coldness in your eyes
and it’s coming from your heart

I can tell when you hear the songs you feel hollow
the echos of the words bounce around in your bones and
paralyze the warmth of arms
.

every way out of this is just out of your reach and it’s fading fast
you stretch and kick but it’s too far. the strain is unbearable
you slowly fade into a gray hole.
inescapable  

you’re lost to yourself

you’ve become numb
a slate of nothing

the rain no longer satisfies your feeble body and the unquenchable melancholy death

it’s pulling you deeper in that unforgiving hole
in the deep dark pit of your stomach where love once inhabited


the hurt is you.


you've been overcome and the devil of regrets and all his evil own your broken beaten soul

I'm sorry for
what I did cause
I never wanted you all to leave
That wasn't me
I just told the truth and
what happened,
was going to happen
You all broke me and I am sorry I fell this way
I am I mean it
I'm not facetious
I miss you all and I wish it could be the same again
Wish we could laugh together about the good times or talk about the bad but I understand
I still grieve
I am sure you do too
Didn't think that conversation in the green chairs would change everything
Couldn't hold it in anymore
When I shattered so did my walls holding in your secrets
It's not just my fault
And it's not just yours
We're just kids at heart
But we had hearts in our hands
I couldn't watch you let them fall
Had to catch them
So I dropped you
I'm sorry

Empathy is just not meant to be, it needs to fall of the track,
and so do I, as empathetic is me, so much strength that I lack.
Soft and secure, I will never make it out alive,
warm and protective; time wasted to revive,
no one will save me, no one will even try,
and that's why I drift in the pitch black sky.

Make up your mind, 'cause I really hate the bounce,
and to everyone I'm blind but I see what really counts;
if no one can get to me, I'm sure to finally breathe,
as everyone is set to flee and I just watch them leave.
Regrets and memory.

Who the Hell said you were the boss?
I counted every win but was outweighed by loss.
Basing my whole life on a god ****** coin toss.
Fell down to the grass and buried by moss.
Heart stopped suddenly, I never saw my wound bleed,
but it was all it took and it was all it would need.
Regrets and memory.

I once knew a girl in fifth grade.

I once knew a girl who was lonely.

I once knew a girl who was unfairly treated.

I failed to be her friend.


Fifth grade science projects.

A chatter of excitement throughout the room.

A month’s worth of work and dedication.

Presentation day.

A stream of exoplanets and nebulae, astronauts and rockets.

Do any of you recall?

I recall the girl who got torn down.


Standing at the front, small and frail, nervous already.

She thought she had done enough.

I watched as kind, caring, wonderful people tore down her esteem mercilessly.

Myself included.

Asking questions she couldn’t answer,

Nobody had anything good to say,

But that didn’t stop them from saying bad things.

Without her hearing.

Because she wasn’t enough.


She sat on the bus, alone,

Because she wasn’t enough.

Nobody wanted to help her,

Because she wasn’t enough.

People acting like her existence was a personal insult,

Because she wasn’t enough!

Not a caring smile came her way,

Because she wasn’t enough!!

She had to swim in an ocean of rumors,

Because she wasn’t enough!!!

SHE LEFT AN OPPORTUNITY THAT SHE DESERVED BEHIND,

BECAUSE NOBODY THOUGHT SHE WAS ENOUGH!!!


I once knew a girl in fifth grade.

She’s found a group of caring, wonderful friends.
I wonder if it’s enough?

Morning rises
when night is dead ,      
and darkness disappears
the night terrors end
The day starts ,
with its drama and real problems
and its hard to get through them .
Peace is long last dream
and you do not have time
to ponder over it .
The days like this pass by
ages you , and leaves you
with nothing but regrets

If you've ever fallen in love,
don't ever regret it.
It's nothing to be ashamed of.
It's okay that you were open hearted.
He made you happy,
even if it was for a slight moment.