People
          Always think
          Everyone can be fixed
          But in the light of things,
          There
Are
          Secrets
People
          Hide in places darker than the night
          Because even the night has stars.
          And
Stars,
          No matter how bright,
          Still have a glisten.
          And people,
          No matter how strong,
          Still
can be weak.
          But even though stars shine
And
          People are frail,
We
          Still compare stars to people because
all
          people glisten and all stars
die.

and leaving all the you --
the sweatshirts
and the cologne
and the memories --
on the curb.

I don't know
whether I'm gonna cry or throw up
I don't know
If I even care
I don't know
If you care either.

This is too much

**** everything.

Let's be blunt.
I can't wait until I'm ******* dead.

I was gone for a while.
I have a silly idea.
Wouldn't be funny if I was gone forever.
I ******* hate all of you.
**** every single one of you.
you're gonna wish you cared
I'm psychic like that.
Then again I wouldn't be surprised
if you just didn't notice either
that's more probable.

Don't give me that " I'm being selfish" *******
I'm just doing you a favor.

be ******* gracious
and say thank you
It's the least you could do

Probably the least you're capable of.

we are just the ghosts
of the trees above you

the ones that allow
the golden light
of the sun
to fall
scattered
on your bare skin

the ones that make
music
with the wind
never ending
and every thunderstorm

we are the ghosts
of the beauty
brown and scarred
bleached
to become white
and stained
heavy
with ink
the echoes of your speech