It is yours, take it
I know it will be crushed in your hands
I know that you will break it
Go ahead and stomp on it,
drop it, pierce it, drain, destroy it

it is yours nevertheless

How can emptiness be so heavy?

I am at war.
I am at war with myself.
Sometimes the good wins sometimes the bad and it shows itself on my face, on my arms and my legs.
This is a battle where no matter the outcome.
I loose.
This war inside of me. It hurts. Like I'm being ripped in half. I hate that I feel like this but at the same time I crave it.
I belong in misery. I don't deserve happiness or normalness. I deserve this war.
Because in the end.
I am This war.

I'm trying not to ruin this for myself
So I scream on the inside
While I'm composed on the outside.

Maybe they won't leave this time
If I let the bugs crawl out from the back of my eyes.

I see it sometimes

in a dream at night
in a dream at day

I see how good it could be
could've
been.

its
happy

I'm not sure what happy is, but what else could it be?

I see it in my dreams
pure happiness, held tightly in my grasp.

it's so alluring
so
captivating

but why
when it's at its best

must I always

always

ruin it
end it in tears
not just destroy it
but make it a nightmare

i think to myself, why do I always have nightmares and not dreams?
but
is it so?

or

do I turn my dreams into nightmares
always

She's been keeping everything in,
soul now filled with pain
till all of it has been
spilling around her skin
society's noise
supplies her anxious mind,
left with no choice
but let silence be her only voice

even when happiness
speaks her lips

still,
she is keeping everything in
and,
pain is seen
around her skin.

-kem ann

"What would you know about love?"

                    I know it's supposed to hurt

                                                  ...but not like this