you used to be my oxygen that kept me alive,
but now you're my poison, and i can barely survive.

it's ironic how i say i'm so alone,
when really everyone ive known has
been stretching out there arms for me, and i constantly hear them say,
"Come on, take my hand!"
but i push them away,
because i feel as if though they wouldn't
understand.

who would want to be obsessed with magizines and lies, when you can be obsessed with the galaxies in your eyes?

So sad, I've drowned out
I want to cry, but all I
Do is sit and stare...

words only come out from cracks
whenever you feel broken.