Why is it that
All artists are mad
And poets sad?

We may all be made of starstuff
But so are toilets
And dog ****
As well as radiation

Not quite so poetic now?

I didn’t think love was suppose to hurt

I miss the feeling of excitement
Of not being able to sleep because I’m too busy waiting for tomorrow
Of furiously reading a book to know the ending
And that feeling has slowly waned over the years
And now with school out
I have nothing to look forward to
I’m only 15, but I’m already so tired
I miss wanting to be awake
Even if it’s just for a little while longer

It was the wind that brought her to him.
She was the wind itself.
Playful, mischievous, coming and going whenever it wanted.
and just like the wind
She was impossible
To pin down

A cigarette hangs from the boys lips
Ash falling to the floor
Smoke rising into the air
It blinds his eyes
And clogs his lungs
He is bent over tears streaming
A cacophony of coughs
He doesn't regret taking a smoke
It's his own type of self harm
To be in pain as he watches himself wilt away

In the span of a second
I knew something was wrong

In the span of a minute
You managed to break my heart

In the span of 5 min
You grabbed your keys and left me

In the span of a few hours
I had cried till there were no tears left

God knows how much havoc
You could wreck with more time

I’m drowning in a sea
That’s as big as your heart

She dreamed of a castle
Buried in white
Shining crystals hanging
And ice cold snow
As far as she could see

She ran down the hall
Feet thumping across
Cold stone floors
And threw open
The castle door

Clutching her heart
She fell onto
The stinging ice as
Despair overtook her
As she realized

She  
Was
All
Alone

Boys like you
Are much more
Dangerous for
The heart
Than I had
Presumed

Go straight
For 2.1 miles
On Content Lane

Turn right on
Stressful Blvd
Careful for bumps!

Take a left onto
Mental Illness Road
It's a steep ride for sure

Now turn onto
Suicidal Lane
Known for accidents

You have reached
Your destination

The only thing
Keeping me warm
On this chilly night

Is the fire in your eyes
And the passion
In your heart

When do I stop liking getting hurt?
How do I stop seeing pain as proof

Hold on just a little longer
Hold on just a little tighter
Don’t give up on me
Don’t give up on us

For daybreak is sure to come
And with it sunlight
That can pierce through
Even the darkest of nights

You were the glue that held us-
That held everything together
You kept together
These fragile paper hearts
So when you left
Everything


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Isn't it sad when flowers are picked?
To destroy a life for a short time of entertainment

We tend to think
That our body
Is who we are

But truly
We are simply
A brain

Being slowly
Suffocated
In this body

I’ve spent so long
Chasing after who
I thought I was
Suppose to be

That I didn’t realize
I left who I was
Behind

Those who challenge the sun
Will only burn in its glory

Why is it that the best people have the worst luck?

She was otherworldly
He saw that now
As silver blood gushed
From the **** in her side
The light left her eyes
And joined the stars
There was nothing he could do
How was he supposed to save the queen of a world he’d only heard her speak of?
How was he meant
To save a dying goddess?