08/04/2019 12:49 PM  twenty five. if i look too far in the future i'll never smile again for i never, ever want to live through that pain and i know things aren't perfect; but this is how it's meant to be. and i know the earth'll keep turning without a thought of you and me. in the words of a song: "i'll never forget you,  and you'll always be apart of me" no matter what we've been through. the former words mean nothing, yet everything  please, read into the next ones before it starts to sting how easy it is to forget ending in far too much regret let this be a lesson learned please, be very concerned my mind.  easy does it. 0 Comments

07/30/2019 11:57 PM  eighty years. The room shakes; soon soon. The whiteness is to become black. The getaway car left far too early -  the criminal, left behind. Left to answer the police's questions - his crime is unknown to them - a foreign concept. The silence screams at him  for all they're yet to find. Bankruptcy.  Petty crimes that all add up  to make him the perfect candidate  for a penthouse prison cell. Looking down from the imagined bars he sees what used to be. Where is his key?  His lawyer? His innocence plea? Did he miss his trial? Who was the judge? Will he ever leave his cell again? 2 Comments

06/09/2019 12:43 PM  what more can i say? do I keep or reject this ache? after this far, i don't know if this is what I want I know I don't want them to take the way I dress away from me I want to stay the same in more than one way can I just pretend this is alright? when they ask what do I say? 0 Comments

05/13/2019 03:20 PM  desperate. why do i feel like i can not breathe anymore? why does my heart race? you left me with a smile but theres no f***ing way im waiting for 27 to join the club,  because ive nothing to hold on for anymore 5 Comments

04/27/2019 10:21 PM  another life. I've had enough This world is pushing and pulling at me; it's tearing me to shreds  and there's nothing left to see no matter how hard I try to take my life back a new wave crashes in and resets my progress I'm not sure how much longer I can take this. save me now or forever obsess because soon it'll all be too much for me and all that will remain are your miserable memories  of what used to be it's alright. see you in another life. 0 Comments

04/24/2019 11:24 PM  Other side. in the mornings I can't wake up well. I'm never cheery, or smiley or happy. forget the past tense, but I guess I fell, It's not my fault my brain doesn't work properly. I never want to face the sunlight. I never want to see my face. I don't want to have to put up a fight. I don't want this game anymore. So I'll feast on all the things I've been told not to; In hopes tomorrow I won't have to see myself in the mirror Please don't worry about me, for I haven't you. One day I'll be on the other side of the ground, and you'll be okay with that. 4 Comments

04/16/2019 02:14 PM  hidden. sealing your stupid fate with a broken fence gate isn't it what you had planned? buying this isolated block of land where everyone lives far careless to who you are and no one wants to stay after all you chose to hide away 0 Comments

03/24/2019 12:43 PM  pop punk kids. it's not like anyone cares what i have to say. but i feel sorry for the pop punk kids their bands lyrics just inst something the radio would pay and all their heart and soul's in it but for some reason they all hate that the laughs in their faces is just something they've learned to combat 0 Comments

03/22/2019 03:46 PM  theres something you should know. There's a lie on your chest, underneath all that mess an omission on your hand and in my heart and i know you've been waiting for me to say something but if I do I'd make it undeniable  then we couldn't be how we are now. I know this is hurting  but it's for the best. trust me. baby, don't you know only the good die young, that's why we couldn't last lastly, there's something you should know. though I'm not sure if I can say it... 0 Comments

02/22/2019 05:29 PM  sugar, honey, ice, tea. What a beautiful collections of used cards I've become. The piles of hand written notes consume my mind constantly. Every waking hour is spent meticulously grieving over your hand. The words I heard you say, were not words of a lover, but a former one. and I remember our first night, out in the cold, full of life. full of love. now we're full of something else. 0 Comments

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