01/15/2019 08:44 PM  shadows. the shadows are following again they never really give up when I wake, they'll be home then in the morning I won't forget  because I can't, that's why  I don't know about you but it doesn't even feel like it's worth a try we're stuck in a fantasy land expect it's not the one we expected  far less than what we wished for  where only our nightmares are reflected  0 Comments

12/20/2018 11:51 PM  time. I'm afraid of time I'm afraid of the past my old crime I'm afraid of the future my newest rhyme “what if,” I wonder “this isn't me” who or what am I supposed to be? what if I don't end up doing this? too, will I be happy? will I wonder what I missed? or just be one of them? 0 Comments

12/17/2018 04:07 PM  to all the artists and criminals. I feel like im eating a re-heated meal home alone in the dead of night, but that isnt too f**king poetic is it? I cant sell that s**t to anyone for a cent my words are cheap,  and everyone else is cheaper. i want my words to bite, to push you into a corner, and make you bleed like nothing else. i want to make the statues feel something i want them to hurt like they hurt me like they made me bleed and cry and scream and fall apart. i want to be able to feel anything but this. i want to be okay. i want to get this s**t off my chest i want to pour my heart onto paper but i cant. i just cant. to all the poets and murderers im sorry... 0 Comments

12/07/2018 12:32 PM  words. I feel like it's 8.30 on a summer night eating dinner in the dark home alone and I know that not an accurate description  of the darkness you feel or I feel, for that matter but it's not too important  to get the words right it's sad, is what I'm saying it doesn't matter how you tell me it's important that you tell me and all these words make me so emotional  I'm sorry for this  just forget about it... 0 Comments

11/20/2018 03:47 PM  pressure. without a pill it's so hard to spill i can't tell you this is how i feel even if it truly is real i can't push myself closer to the edge i won't make it to the ledge the water’s only risen metaphorically the edge isn't rhetorically it might be better for me but is it really? cause in the drought life’s soon to be out 0 Comments

11/15/2018 03:30 PM  not enough. i want to leave this place never look back find a new space take me somewhere nobody knows let my blood cool let me decompose all i am is a waste of space show me how to disappear without a trace hold my body then let it go its far too shoddy for you to know broken beyond repair tearing at the walls of your mind no matter how much you care its all too late now thank you for the thought dont blame yourself, its not about how we fought but how i tried and failed sorry that i couldn't be better now that i cant speak please just read my letter know you deserve more and forget her 0 Comments

11/13/2018 11:46 PM  morning. the green grass betrays me once again in the morning and the over head angry clouds act as my warning though the night has come and gone, gone and come the darkened sky has left me feeling more than numb it's so stupid how we leave our clean shoes at the door when it's other household items that leave us feeling poor it's so stupid that we silence ourselves to the magnificent pain why do we not bring our friends, that dance in the rain 0 Comments

11/04/2018 01:02 PM  a phone call. i can't stand to see you like this, but it's something i cant miss you mean everything to me, i hope you see; you don't deserve this pain, or a crappy phone call voice trying to calm you. im sure this is difficult for you too, but i feel hopeless, how can i help? please don't say goodbye, for when you suffer so do i. 0 Comments

10/29/2018 04:10 PM  planetary. There’s a delay, From you to me, Cause the distance between us, Is almost planetary. Now i know, You’ve heard it before. When it was it was knocking at your door 0 Comments

10/18/2018 03:23 PM  final night. I’ve got all this time left, Yet i feel i have none to go. When it is my final night, What will i have to show? Will it be a terrible fight? Or will we all know? Will my dreams leave my hands? Or will my blood stain them? 0 Comments

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