"What would people think?"
"Nothing."
"Do you care or even think about them?
Do you have anything to blame?"
"They have their own jobs to do,
Just like you."

"Judging you from different frames,
'They' is just part of your brain."

You are gone
why do I still search?

I look at the stars in the sky
are you amongst them now?

No, you won't be there
It's a quiet place, you won't like

I wonder where you are
hope in someplace
where you can spread your laughter.

❝Isn’t the ending of a lovely story supposed to have all the bad guys die? For example, you, or me…❞
there won’t be anyone left to tell the story.

Words, as beautiful as they are,
Can't capture the feeling of relief
After harming the skin you were given
By "God".
They'll never capture the guilt
After putting the tool away,
The feeling of being cared for while you clean your own cuts,
The promise of never doing it again,
And the betrayal of your own words

I miss your love,
Your voice that made all the pain go away,
Your hands that always knew how to make something
Out of nothing.

Now i only get your hate,
Your voice that causes me pain
And your hands that hit me for not being perfect.