The 1-2-3 KidThere's one thing that unifies us as human beingsThe need for friendships that flow with meaningThere're two things they don't teach you in schoolHow to cope with rejection and how to be coolThere're three things you won't learn at workTrue love, true passion, and ignoring the jerksThere's one thing you can do to help yourselfDo the impossible and feed yourself wellThere're two things you need in your back pocketHundred dollar bills and a 24 carat gold locketThere're three things you should have in your carAn MP3 player, leather seats, and a black credit cardThere's one thing you'll have when it's all overNot a damn
DecayWhen one can't fall in love with someone else, they fall in love with words. Words from each other. Unspoken words. Hidden worlds.
The Squatter.Depression is a parasite.I sometimes imagine it as little person hauling himself up through my body, using my veins as jungle vines, while my ribcage and spine are a skeletal tree whose bone-like branches act as a ladder to my skull. He is a relentless squatter whose final destination is my mind.Once he has waded through the cerebrospinal fluid surrounding my brain, he sets up camp and plants a dark garden there using his pouch of seeds: a little self-loathing there, a little fury here, a little suicidal ideation sprinkled over there. The seeds sink into my thoughts, taking to them like a furry moth to a light bulb. Once they are planted,
Sew My HeartSew back the pieces,You broke my heart againYou left me standing at the door,With remorse for what you did.I've been waiting far too long nowCan you not see?That the one standing beside you,Has always been me.
I PromiseIt's clear.I can see it.And I'd accept it,if I could hear a little better.Trust me,I've got your letter.And I care,I want you here.I promise,I don't wanna see your tears.I wanna wipe every single one of them...And not cause any fear to an angel.And it helps to know that I'm thought of and,I'm trying to help you the best I can,without crossing the line of what I am,but I promise.I won't leave.If you'll let me stay.But I can't stand to see her to run away from me like this...She's the one I miss,but I swear,I can take care of you too,I know how to.if you'll allow it.I'm sorry,I can't change for
Behind Closed DoorsMy heart is closed.Not an open door.I can't breathe without you,no not anymore.So, getting tired of being ignored.I've figured you out,but where's my reward?I'm lost without you.Left in discord.And whom am I without you?All I was,is no more.But I guess he won you,I've been outscored.But I guess he's worthy,your heart,he can afford.So, take her.And we'll just wait and see,what happens if it's meant to be.It won't relapse and,I can't believe,I'm doing this...but she won't be left with bleeding wrists..Just get her out of the pain that she's going through.And I'll make sure that you're happy too.
I am tired. And screwed up in the worst way possible.
That is all I can say.