seven was our lucky number
(i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you)
(i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you)
(i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you)
(i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you)
(i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you)
(i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you)
(i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you)
not so lucky anymore

i used to kiss girls
and i used to kiss other boys
then we started kissing each other
i bet i tasted like glass shards yet you told me
i tasted like butter toffee and dish soap
and somewhere - can't pinpoint when -
i believed you and
forgot what the difference was

Dear Depression,
It has been about 6 months of being away from you
I would breathe a sigh of relief
but I am afraid to let down my guard
If I give you an inch you would take ten miles
You are like a lion seeking to devour me
You are like a cobra waiting to strike
They say that misery loves company
You hang around with doubt and despair
You are close chums with Anxiety who I know to well
I have know you since I was a kid
Your connection to me grew stronger in my teens
I had a few good years apart from you here and there
Then all of a sudden you were back with all your bad friends
  and my life fell apart again even worse than before
  You robbed me in regards to my relationships with family and
  friends
  Sending me into isolation
  I have to make it clear I don't want you around
  I have had a taste of happiness and peace without you
  I don't want to give it up
  I will be better without you
  I will be in the company of family and friends and with other
  people who understand
  I will be the one wearing a genuine smile
  I will be the one encouraging others when they have a bad day
  I will be a shoulder to cry on for my friends and family or for any one else who needs a friend
I will be the one who is grateful for each new day
I will be the one who is hopeful that I will part ways with you forever
I am the one who is finally pursuing my hopes and dreams
That is why I need to be away from you and all your friends
Goodbye depression I will not cry, I need to part from you
In favor of an improved life
I know at times I will have bad days but I had worse ones with you
   Sincerely,
    Ann

i think about the way your lips taste from time to time
when im lying awake and i can choke down the guilt
because i belong to another boy and it might break his heart if he ever knew
but my heart is made of steel
only breaking when i choose it to
and sometimes late at night when i think about the scars on your upper arm and the ones that spelt constellations on your neck
reminding me of galaxies hiding in your skin
i try to remember your lips on mine - but i've forgotten the way you t-t-taste and
if your lips are pink or red and if the last time we ever kissed they were dry or sticky with something other than us
i was drunk with eyes rolling and tears threatening, put off spirits
i feel sick when i think about you and all those things we did and didn't do and i don't regret a thing -not a single ******* second
but sometimes i swear i still wear the tear stains on my cheeks and the bruises on my ribs
and i lay awake staring at ceilings thinking about your skin on mine from time to time
i cant choke down the guilt because i belong to a boy and i let him press his skin against mine and if he ever reads this i think he will be done
with me and my permanent storm clouds and shaking palms because sometimes broken things aren't worth fixing
and you made me into one of those

there is a certain hue of violet that has a taste
you were shadows and colours and crisp
menthol like a cigarette freezing my lungs out
every time you kissed me

I hate the one part of myself
that forgets to remember
how to stop loving
and missing
you.

when did we stop?
caring - i mean, i saw it long before you did
(please don't see me)
i miss you more
(i can't stand you)
i love you
(if you leave me i might die)
what im trying to say - is where did we set the limit
where how much pain was okay to share?