I'm sick of love
I'm tired of the crows tearing me apart
and feasting on my heart
instead i seek pain
something to keep my mind stable
because crows are birds
part of nature
they don't realize what they are doing

i'm tired of of being sick
not with the cold or flue -
but love
instead I seek the cold and painful air
to surround me in a suffocating hug

i'm tired of my heart beating fast
no instead i need it to be calm
and steaady
because i have to be ready
in case love calls again
because they aren't ready
they aren't prepared for this

instead pain surrounded me
surround me with my own pain
or maybe yours
because i love the pain
it hurts just as much love

i know theres something wrong

When I look in the mirror

Because instead rotting flesh falling to ground

I find a girl, she looks normal

Normal looking isn't enough



I know theres something wrong because when I walk through the halls I can hear screaming

Though I can't hear words

Just screams

it can't stop

   It won't stop



I know theres something wrong because when I open my phone

And look for a game

All can see

Are the terrible words

flooding the screen

why are you still here



I know theres something because when I smile at a certain person

They smile back , not a fake smile

Or a taunting smile

That all the other shadows cast

But real

i trust you



i know that somethings wrong because when I go to sleep

All I can see are thousands of menacing crows

Tearing at my insides

Tearing my heart apart

   i loved you

I'm not sad
I'm not mad
I'm just disappointed

You lie
So your sinner

You don't eat
Your getting thinner

You disappointed me, because you can't focus your state of mind

Well it's time
I've had enough
Get your **** together
Or get out

Don't be a waste of space

Sincerely, your inner self hate

Im not afraid of death
Or what comes after-
If anything at all

Im afraid of being forgotten
just because you can hear my voice, or my hearts not beating
Doesn’t mean I was never there

Im afraid that everyone will forget me
Because only few get remembered
And even the people that remember me
Will die to
And be forgotten as well

Promise you’ll remember me?