spend some time to figure this **** out

dont even know where to start

so many problems so many inconsistencies so many feelings

im not making anything until it just comes out of me it makes me crazy, bothers me, more than anything but it would be nothing without waiting

this that kind of tired u cant sleep out of

how am i even here

i feel all of these things
i feel none of these things

silence is thinking cant stop until this is what i need

so scared that it went too far
its not like i ever thought u needed me
jus thought i could eventually earn your heart
its already gone too far
and i dont know how to handle
displacement
or dark
you cant take something perfect
and combine it with these scars
and u are
and i know it
heart is only temporary
and u need something strong
someone that listens to silence
and realizes when they are wrong

Leave it to itself will work itself
out and I just don’t care anymore

this will never be more than this

i know this will never amount to anything so why do people still try to act like im gaining anything for this or have a reason to fake anything i just want to do something good for once in my life i really care too much and it makes me sick and i dont know how to change it and no one knows how much its affected everything in my life and everyone im trying to live with

just sit here for weeks and do nothing at all

punctuation and grammar are just limitations to otherwise flawless forms of communication

100 people reading the same 100 words guaranteed u will have 100 different perceptions

i dont want anything i write to be understood one way why would any person want that for anything they created

u can focus everything on making something perfect to yourself or let it be the disaster it is and it will become perfect in its own standard, in the end i find it hard to believe that there will be any recognizable difference

i consume myself

eternally bored with reality

sleep now

miserable draped in white
its been time to gather all the sick and the dying
every face wears a mask as cold as his own
but he doesnt own one
or even know what they are for

writers block is a myth if u have to push something out just for the sake of writing it u shouldnt be writing it its garbage

so many people want to label themselves give themselves titles they dont deserve and never will I hate u **** u

**** all these pretentious “poet" pieces of **** u don't understand ****
trying to pretend like u do now or ever did

useless passion is all thats inside of me, writhing

is this real?

as real as you want it to be

there is no god in this house not even close

vacancy is clean empty is relief

building things out of u coudl never be

u make me smile

know it’s wrong but it feels right

i love you so much more than i could ever love myself
you love yourself much more than you could ever love any1 else

idk that anything could matter more or less

immortal

today i told my mom i want to work in the cemetery
she laughed like i was joking but i told her i meant everything
i wanna dig up the graves and put the flowers on the faces
i want to live next to hoarded silence that only closed coffins can save and eat with the worms when im slipping from what is real
and feel some ******* peace when war is all i feel
i want to live i want to die
i want to be alive for ten seconds without needing to take my life
i want to love like i feel love can be like
but everyone is so ******* different and no one loves like its right
i told her its like im a god like i could fly
and river like the heavens crying god from the skys
i rip out every heart that ever tried to live inside  
mastered the forgiveness of people who said they would never lie
and plastered their faces into the corners my mind
everyone is a lie every god is a lie
and my face is melting hell to hold off the parasites
they still **** me with every bite and its a lie its the lie
its what i know is hiding inside
I am what is never mentioned and what goes there to die

go to hell /on my way /**** u worthless /told u since the beginning

not much time to fix things ===

need to do what i need to do

absorb me im nothign less than dreaming

i co uld be somet hing or no thing ether way this i s ev ery th in g

whole house of ******* dust water swells fire melts whole house of transforming *****

i can see u in that way
i can see u in that way

youth i smoke ciggareetes like u feel skin melt pockets on face that never should have been there sagging checks melted eyes black out colors from where u watch in disguise i am holy and that is all u need to know god is lonely and id give him a pistol if i had one. wtch him put it in your mouth and pull when the back of his head is what should be swallowing

when you do things for people
they stay
maybe they would not have stayed
if you didnt do those things
sad
when you always want others to be happy
in spite of yourself
mostly
they will stay and more will come
when there are too many
it makes you crazy
and you try to be loved
by everyone
and the other half
becomes so selfish
no one else matters
then they go away. SSome,
didnt receive the same treatment
for near as long so they wait
people go to hospitals
people die
people go away
and then its calm
sad and calm
until it starts over again

give me drugs
give me drug

everything is empty

its so funny how many problems people i know have and want to pretend like they dont exist no one wants to talk about in real life its like u know everyone knows but u would rather hide it and fight it alone, thats not me idgaf what anyone thinks, im not ashamed of me or anything if its to hard to be a part of this then okay thats okay im not asking for your help keep doing what u think will save u

i have accepted death and u hold onto each piece that you believe pulls you further from it that is the only difference and its not moving at all you are just moving in the wrong direction

in love can mean a lot of things