Time is all I have to spend,
though, I'm not sure on the exchange.
I'm negotiable on how I lend,
I'm sure there's something we can arrange.

You see, Time is all I have to spend,
I can't sell it for minimum wage;
but if I really had to,
I guess I'd spend some Time in Rage.

Time is all I have to spend,
So, I put my pen to page.
Time, to me, holds Everything,
It's worth thinking how I engage.

I can let go of what you did,
I can forgive pretty quickly.
The problem is,
You changed the way I look at myself.
Now I have to forgive myself for being the way I am.
And that,
That, I am not so quick at doing.

When I was a kid I would carry a can of spray paint in my backpack
I always wanted to leave behind something that someone would see
Something that would make them stop and be enthralled
Something interesting... inspiring even
Something more than just the value of its creator

Maybe I haven’t changed that much

If it’s not rich
It’s not worth the stomachache—

If you’re gonna trip
You’d better hallucinate—

If you’re lost in Elysium
Talk once to the butterflies—

If you love Fate
Become the wet dreams of Delphi.

She was drown in the shadows of a past she dare not escape.

Bound by an invisable chain, anchored, and weighting her down.

In a painful comfort of dysfunction, this chain rubbed raw places in her mind.

Like an addict in her ways, kindness and happiness slipped through her open grasp, so she could wade into the familiar waters once again wrapped in her sadness.

i am so unbelievably terrified
of letting down the ones i love
that i cannot let them love me

i am a self centered
narcissistic
overweight
stupid
ugly
annoying
rude
*****.

but i can’t do anything about it
and if i try
i cry
and if i try
i die
because i know it is not me
and it’s not who i am

but when i don’t try
i make others feel worse
i tell them i’m okay
but this life is a hearse
and i’m stuck in it
my body is dead but my mind is alive
and i’m banging on the walls
but i’m too weak to break through
these emotions push and pull me in every direction

the coffin in the hearse that contains my body
is traveling over a bridge
unfortunately
the driver of the hearse went unconscious
and i cannot do anything
because if i try
i die

i won’t be alive for much longer
because of my attempt to be stronger
but the weights are tied to my feet
and this ship is ready to sink
and i am not ready to go over board
but as i plummet
head first
into the ice cold water
i look back on those who threw me in
those who wished to **** me
and smile
yes, i died.
my body was not contained though.
i died.
but, my body was not in the hearse
this is not meant to make things worse
i did die, that’s not a lie
but just let me try
to let this get by
my body was not in the hearse
it was not left to sit there forever
my vessel will sink, but my ship will sail
as soon as this is over
i won’t be in jail
i won’t be stuck in a cell
my life is a living hell
but if you don’t wish me well
if you step on me
and rip me apart
it will give me a start
to help you hurt me
to help me help you
because i don’t care about me
i am not important
but if i affect you
in any negative way
that is me
hurting myself
locking myself
in the coffin
in the hearse
with the unconscious driver
now at the bottom of the ocean
locked up
in the cell of its own misery
please don’t help me get by
it will make me feel guilty
but if you just stay with me
and pretend like my head is empty
that is okay
because you won’t be worried
and i will have no hurry
to leave the side
of those in my mind
one day for me
my mind will touch the sky
and my death will make me alive