hollow o my soul,
lost them down the hole.

chanting with them wall,
i wish time could stall.

hallucination at its best,
yet my mind did not rest.

recreating some scenes,
hysterical but dreadfully keen.

ever heard of teen depression?
i'd say its more like obsession.

what kind of obsession, you say?
hurting oneself just to feel okay.

but that's just one of them,
look it up if you give a ****.

for i am sure you know of not,
because its something that can't be taught.

thinking i could trust,
thinking you'd understand,
all of my rage combust,
sadly you think they're bland.

i don't need your lecture,
i don't need your sympathy,
for i just need your shoulder,
and listen to my empathy.

was it too much to grant?
listen to my simple chant.

Thou hear my silent scream,
deep within my ratchet soul,
unable to swallow torment whole,
only just a smoky steam.

strong you may sight,
within there is fright.

souls always come and go,
and thy should have already know.

sorrow not for the one's away,
as new one comes to stay.

never too joy for the new souls,
for thy not know what the future holds.

I find it ironic
That you can choke on a lifesaver

I sat on the couch, alone,
because a deep sadness I was prone.
I'd feel it in my bones, my hair,
But happiness was too much to dare.
I'm safe up here in my little cloud,
where even death is not that loud.

It's an urgent emergency
We're out of Vanilla Cake

Look all you want but she won't be there

Some things in life just aren't that fair