This feeling Makes me want to bless my friends… And find redemption in death. I want to stand in the rain 'Til my bones shake apart
Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.
Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt
Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth
Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
Nobody can see the darkness in me, And when I go deep, I bring a flashlight to slash thro… The dark. I once used to frolic in light,
It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to
Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that
I forget how to love When I’m gritting my teeth Because I’m a fucking hole/ Nothing’s coming out of my mouth n… Because I don’t love my mom,
Your love Was like driving straight into the… Your attention was like Lying in a puddle of gold. You were sex and fun and cotton ca…
A tree fell in the park last night… I didn’t hear it go. The innards smelled of peppermint, And I felt the crumbling dirt Turn into ash in my hand.
With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John
Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this:
