Sour taste Tense throat Regurgitate Till I float Blurry in the eyes Dizzy in the head Images project Ways to be dead Choke on Him Reach for Serenity His talons Don’t release me Close my eyes Pretend to be okay Ignore the clouds rolling On a sunny day Loud is the thunder Down comes the
The gentle air, squirrels in the trees, The birds in the sky, all flying free. This is the world I want to see, This is the place that I want to be. The neighbors smile, nature chatters away, The sun that sets on this beautiful day. This I want and I want it this way,
“Find land surrounded by sea, Strike a match, throw down the key. You know you’ll never be free, If you don’t burn what’s left of me” My words inside, an echo she hears, Put down on paper, covered in tears. She gathered the words then found a box, She put them inside, guarded by a
I told mom on you, I told her all the things you do. Just because you’re older, Doesn’t mean you get to be colder. When you treat me bad, You have no reason to be mad. But you take it all out on me, And all the others here see. I wonder what did I
Sister, Show me that you care. Sister, Instead of treating me like this. Sister, Show me that your are sorry. Sister, The day that you hit me. Sister, Even though you wont change. Sister, Remember that you should.
i feel Nothing. no Regret, no Pain, no Reason to keep going. no thinking, no breathing, frozen in the Moment. no speaking, no listening, She doesn’t try to understand. my Fear, rises high, when I look in Her eyes. the Professional should never make Her patient cry. but She did, because i did, from the
Another year goes by, And I’m now 21, Time always catches me, When I try to run. As they party all night, And rack up their beers, I’m sober and alone, Collecting all my tears. I don’t really understand, Why I’m not overjoyed, And instead I think of All that I destroyed.
As I write, I think back, The story begins on day one, My heart was sealed off but The damage was already done. He told me all he ever wanted, Was to die and suffer no more. Isn’t it ironic when they tell a story, And it’s one you’ve heard before? Because that story was
I get hurt sometimes. And I’ll get stuck in line, Waiting for the earth to change its mind. But it left it’s child behind. Cause it left me behind. Keys on the table, And clothes on the floor, A jacket I forgot about, Hanging on the door. The word around in chaos, As I’m curled
I can’t speak any more, ‘Cause you stitched my lips shut. I can’t fix this anymore, ‘Cause you made too deep a cut. A fixed mirror still shows cracks, Healed wounds still bare a scar. I patched the holes you burned in me, But I don’t know who we are. After everything we had, We