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Dreaming of sleep until mythird head is too loud for me toignore anymore, my thinking smeared,dialated and distorted with so muchincoherence I can fee..
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I was unconscious for four days.It seems like I'd go to sleep and I'd wake up but I would never really leave the same headspace. I had this bedraggle..
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Nineteen.Lighter this time,not flying as low orbeside the same two bad dreamsBut flying, all the same.With ease I laugh sincere andslowly as god,I kno..
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There is a special pain dedicatedto the boy you thought was the onewho thought you were the oneand then left.
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Twenty four hour nightmareshelves stocked with "repressed memory"by dateI should know by now.Reverse expiration,some sort of implosion I can'tpredict ..
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Something thirteen in me refuses to ever write it out completely, but I find it in my dreams and in text messages I never respond to, birthdays I con..
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Instruction manualenscribed powderly,ground in molecules,essential atoms to erasedevilsent nightmares you sip so feverishly.Once again,(for you and fo..
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Recyclablewhy I don't weep in the mirror anymore-recyclable. Your selves glimmerin places you daren't look -why another universe is real.Negative, but..
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It's hard to write about nice things when I'm five days away from turning nineteen and fifteen minutes away from getting intoxicated. I've been liste..
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"You're so f*****g ugly. You w***e, I hate you. You're so fake and you want people to feel bad for you all the time. You're trash, you're fat and ugl..
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