I was terrified, But I’m my empty hands I hold freedom In that I have nothing to lose I have burnt all my bridges, Lost everyone who cared about me The fresh air doesn’t taste like freedom It tastes like ash.
I was so scared, But now I don’t feel anything at all. There is nothing anyone can take from me I promise, it’s already gone This is not the perfect freedom I imagined, My child, forever isn’t build upon dreams The real ones don’t dream at all
don't worry baby it was just a game just a game i know how much you like those i know how much you like the pain and the tragedy and the mother ******* insanity why else would you talk to yourself so much why else would you **** everyone else as often as you **** yourself we know you're self aware don't play stupid even though you really are stupid if this is the game you choose rattling pills like dice hoping at least one of us will be nice but sorry sweetheart that's not how it's played no one loves you that's why none of them have ******* stayed but don't worry at least you have the voices in you head for ******* company i know playing the game is no fun when your alone so just keep tally until we're done and don't worry i won't tell any of them how much of you is really real and how much is pitch black sin you paint brightly to conceal baby don't cry when i'm here just because you want to die if you hate me so much then why don't you ever leave if you hate me so much then why do you garden with me if you hate me so much then why give me ******* roses you know i pluck the petals and watch them decompose baby why play the game if you can't stand to loose you don't have to stomach it if you choke yourself on ***** but that's never been you that's not the ******* good **** that you crave but drink it any way and choose any bottle for the chase baby it's so funny how sad you pretend to be when we both know the scary part is you don't feel a **** thing so let me help you remember how deep the losses can go baby just remember not to let them show
I take 3 steps forward, and 1 step back . I was sober almost 4 months.
Doing swell, the job, prolific writing. and then, wham, A bottle of Absinthe in two hours, Not even Van Gogh on the box or the worm wood could make sense of the garbled words I wrote. **** Hemingway and Fitzgerald. And Stein can go to Hell.
Across the table my grandpa asks me why i don't eat cinnamon toast crunch anymore. The last time i saw them i loved it so much that he tried it, and got hooked but now i don't touch it. And i don't know how to tell him why, how to tell him that the thought of all that sugar paralyzes me. So i just sit with my corn flakes, avoid his eyes and hope he doesn't notice how desperately i wish i could eat it.
cinnamon toast crunch is objectively the best cereal
Like the choir in heaven, Like the death of my eleven, Like the many who have tragically died. There’s a devil over yonder, And she’s getting a little closer, And what’s the point, If it’s not played, In blue?
And the trees outside keep dying, My shattered windows keep lying, I keep myself alive like god sleeping on the seventh. Stray cat, come back home. You’ll step on glass if you roam. God, what’s the point, If I’m not there, With you?