The voice called himI feel so cold,so alone.As she lashes out again,A sharpness in her tone.Why won't someone help?My ears begin to ring.I can't cry anymore.The words lose their sting.I know I am nothing.I don't need her to say so.I already want to leave.I'm fighting the urge to go.She can't hurt me.The strongest hate is within.The voice that loves to torture.The voice I call "him"He tells me to die,that no one wants me here.I know that he's right.I shed another tear.I'd leave but I'm afraid.Afraid to go to hell.So I listen to him,and curl up in my shell.
no one listensthis is the part where you start listening.i'm not one to pour my words,cheap wine no glass just red solo cup,into an empty room.i'm not one to talk when everyoneonly pretends they're listening when really,they're just hearing.the part you start listeningcomes at the part where i show you my skin.i could show you my heart all i wantbut you won't hear me.i could tell you about every momenti've spent basking, drowningin whatever endless emotionand you would nod sympathetically.but you still wouldn't listen.not til i show you my skinscreenprinted and scattered in scars,hatchmarking of blended bendsand tall and stretched.or if i told you how i've left my bodyin shambles, and left it, brokenand rained on like cardboard boxes on city streetsfive years after my destruction proved inadequateuntil someone elsewith fracturing fingersruined me worse.my bones splintered under the thinstretch of skincovering them until i grew thick limbs,a trunk like a tree.the layers
Neon DaydreamsI sit counting the milliseconds left till we meetAll the tension will either build up or releaseThe ocean looks so calm as the waves retreatI lash out so violently with my forked tongueHushed regrets take over the space of my breathThe real world revels in destroying the weakWrath has been waiting to escape my parted lipsI wish someone else was to blame for my actsSadly like our friendship it is far too lateI’ve created a world in my head that is distinctly my ownPeople try to destroy it by forcing me to face true realitySometimes I think they are right but it is never up to meI am lost in the rapture of these tempting neon daydreamsThe brighter they shine the more life affirming they seemDull flames of desire used to follow me wherever I wentNow I’m lucky if anyone I see can create a simple sparkI will live eternally in these elucidating neon daydreamsCalling me crazy will do less than a psychologist couldI’m just a little troubled but I can easily
we're all a little impatientit's 6:04 in the morning and i'mstill sucking on life savers untilthe roof of my mouth goes raw; iguess they're not doing their jobvery well because there's a singleknock on my door and i know thedevil doesn't like to wait
Dresser DrawersStuff the pastinto the ugly sockshiddenat the bottomof your dresser.Only pull them outwhen you needto be remindedwhat you're fighting for.Let yearscoat the carpetwith fuzz,but don't let timewear holesin the heels--memorieshave a way of slippingthrough the cracksand the worldalways noticesthe dust bunnies first.
collab: once and never moreshould we speak again,let it be known that these lips are no longer yours;let it be known that i only love youin my weakest momentsif i ever loved you at alli no longer see through the looking glassthat once colored my worldwith the pigment of my smoky resignation,my settling for someone who tolerated mei no longer live through nights of hurt,your arrows in my back;my undeserving blood spilt,the body that was once yours nowbreathes aloneany trace of you, i scrape from beneath my nail beds;they're no longer a gardenfor the pale electricityof the roses thatmatched your lips,spread acrossyour snowfall skinand despite my flowering regret,traces of what was move past me in public placesand lay next to me in bed at night,whispering to my still beating heartin languages i'll never understand.and i suppose that this is how we’ll leave each other;just the way we did so many times before,never as fully as we want to