I don't argue with idiots.
But you are always so infuriatingly wrong
that I just have to jump in and tell you.

I tell you how rude and unforgivable you are.
How you expect everyone to adore you,
but, honey, I have some advice;
you can't make people like you.

Take that as a compliment.
You'll thank me later.
And then I can say
I told you so.

She was a bright relief
from all the bitty boys.
made me laugh,
made me nervous,
made me happy.
But, of course, it
had to end.

The end came from my night
mind. Too many questions
about the future turned me
from any future with her.

To be truthful, I never saw
anything with her. Maybe I
just faked it for the novelty
of a girl being interested in
me when no boy ever was.

In the end,
only then did I realise that
she was the paperweight,
I, the paper.
It only took a strong wind,
namely the depths of my mind,
to lift her from me and
reveal how I truly felt
about her.
Just a paperweight.
No huge importance.

Of course.

I'm not suicidal, don't worry.
I'm just passive suicidal. I
think that people don't see it
as a proper condition as we
haven't actually attempted.
We only get sympathy from
those who are the same, no
one else.

With mercury in my hand, I
repeat: "I don't want to die,
sometimes wish I'd never
been born at all." Me too.

Maybe it’s for the best
that I feel like I’m on the
outside. Maybe it’s for
the best that I feel the
need to stay quiet.

Maybe they don’t belong
here for me, but they belong
for making me realise what
I need in the absence of them.

The first cracks are beginning
to show in my teeth. All the
******* you make me chew
on is making my teeth break.

I had a dream where my teeth
fell out. And all you did was laugh.
Maybe I was foreseeing the
future, somehow, because now,
all you can do is laugh at me.

The first cracks are beginning
to show in my teeth. It hurts
like your face. The ache I’m
getting is nothing I’ve felt before.

The moon was yellow.
Or maybe orange. There
was a sheen to it. It was
too close for my liking.

It felt as though I could see
every crack and every crag
in the surface of the moon.

The orange sheen made it
look superficial. I couldn’t
tear my eyes away, for good
or for bad.

With the city light beneath,
it looked as though we were
the sky with the twinkling lights

and the moon was an ocean pebble.

One drop, and the whole sky would shatter.

“I felt there was no
point in telling
anyone anything
that was happening
inside of me.”

Once I saw that,
I felt my purpose in
life had been fulfilled.

Once I realised that
I may be the main character
in my life and the background
in someone else’s, I rejoiced.
The “someone else” being my
best friend.

Once I know that I will depart their lives in either one day or one year, life becomes so much easier.