Take me back to sugar days,
give me back my sugar smile.
Cover up my broken eyes,
take back 1000 broken miles.
Bring back the love I lost
somewhere along the way.
Give me back my
grandmother's hugs
and evey family day
that I never really appreciated,
until today.
Cut me into fine pieces and
share me with the world.
I just need some affection
right now,
even if it isn't real.

Take me back to the days
where I could laugh and play
and say, "I love you,"
without being questioned.
Give me the sun again,
because the moon makes
me too reminiscent.
Bring back the clear water
seeping into my skin.
Give me the innocence I had
when I was just a kid.
Let me make that wish
and build a dream
and feel like I can do anything.
Put my insomnia to sleep
and lie with me,
holding me through
all my bitter dreams.

Give me drugs and
give me ***
and promise me you'll stay
here till the end.
Laugh with me and
cry with me,
even if you have to lie to me.
Trick me into believing that Jesus isn't the only one who would die with me.
Just don't ever say
goodbye to me.

Who knows where we'll go.
Take me back to sugar days,
make me a kid again.
Give me back the love
that I used to know.

my favorite time of day
is when the day turns into night
when the sky starts to pull
lavender hues into shades of darkness
and i can just exist
in beautiful light

can i close my eyes and sleep now
dreaming in wisps of smoke
like blowing out a candle
and kissing someone you love
in the dark
soft shallow waves come in
clocks turn as feelings
pool up in the corner of the room
there is a light coming in from outside of your window
my mind is leaking
can i close my eyes and sleep now

curtain call for the moon
who really needs stars
when i'm holding mine,
smoking at the end of my fingers

Silent screams,
violent dreams,
a place in the sand next to
a quiet stream.
Realise the tears that the mind can bring when life seems to fade away.

Dark places,
strange faces,
death-stricken eyes
long awakend.
Who could ever stand a chance
to fake it
when living with a broken soul.

I woke up, bitter.
Trapped in regret
and lost in despair.
I can't think right.
I wonder where
all the good times went.
"Could you crack me a smile,"
she said, with eyes
like a whirlwind,
drawing me in.
I'm intrigued,
but I'm just
not happy anymore.

Thinking back to
summer days.
Getting back to
my old ways.
Seeing the smiles
in my mind only
bring me tears
this time.
Who am I to judge?
Who are you to
drink my blood
and eat my flesh?
I'm no saviour.
Though I've been
crucified for your pain
and for your pleasure.

I'm twisted up
on the inside.
So trapped in my
thoughts that I've
lost my mind.
I'm blind
and I can't see
the end of this
tunnel of misery.
All I have is questions
and the answers are
lost somewhere on
the tip of my tongue.
I can't breathe,
the air is too thick.
Life's smoke cloud
has finally choked
the hope right out of me.

Third time's the charm
They always say
If the third time
Was the time
That you'd get hurt
The most

Depression, for me, has never been the essence of beauty,
it's about cutting too deep like it's your duty,
and staying up until 4am crying your eyes out
feeling too weak to carry on and wanting to scream and shout.
It's about seeking amnesia from the end of bottles after drinking away the pain;
and sometimes it's about attempting suicide time and time again.