Then I was nine. Choking, sobbing even, on the floor of a bedroom, that no one cared to open. Beating my legs till they're blue, no one else will notice the bruise. Or the broken skin in my palms. I mean who really checks hands? Shattering novelties of higher value than myself. I know I'd never get them new. Worth nothing to you like broken old things. But, here I am, nine again. All the scattered stuffies, freshly bathed in snot and salty tears. Must stay quiet, they don't k

My friends are all picking up music. I don't think I want to do this. And the guy I want? Well he doesn't seem to want me. I only wish they could see. I only want him. But he's still seeing all of them. He ain't even asking how I'm doing. I swear he's working all the time. Why does all this have to rhyme? My friends are picking up music. I don't want to do this. He says it's just to help. But, so am I. Yet, he's so very shy. I'm depressed. Yes. How can you not see? Baby, I on

Oh shy, little angel, Don't hide behind your bangs. Embrace your country roots. A voice rightfully deserved. Oh sweet, little angel. Let that smile shine through. Don't let them scuff your boots. And don't ever leave your hat. Oh forgetful, little angel. Do you remember my name? Or the black headband? Darling, what about quesadilla? Oh wonderful, little angel. Could you ever like me? That voice and smile. Your humor my dear. Oh shy, little angel. That sweet, little angel. Lit

The love we had is burning. Arson committed directly to my heart. Used to crave you, like I had a sweet tooth. But the cavity has turned to rot in my gums. There used to be love. The chance we had is burning. Visions of what could've been in the smoke. Flames hungry for the passion we had. They lick at the tears on my cheeks. A buffet for them splashing at my feet. The life we built is burning Crumbling like soft baked cookies. Ashes spreading quickly, picked up by the winds

Love me or hate me, I do not care. It won't matter soon, I'll be out of your hair. The world is dying, as am I. I knew you'd leave, everyone lies. Love me or hate me, I don't give a shit. It doesn't hurt anyway. I've learned to take a hit. Time won't stop passing by. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Keep me close, fade away, could even gloat, just take your pick. Love me or hate me, just leave me alone. I don't want to hear the phone. It's good to be alone.

Sometimes I wish you'd leave me alone. Disappear from my life the same way you showed up one day. Randomly. Unapologetically. Not a care in the world for where it would go. Sometimes I wish you'd go away. Take the lies, false promises, lack of effort... Take it all away and bury it. Let it become one with the earth, like I wish to be without you. Cause sometimes I wish you'd get lost. In the woods, in yourself, in someone else. Just get lost and don't respond to the missing p

Tearing apart myself, while their cries echo in my head. Let me out, let me out But I can't, stuck in a meat sack with no sense. Is this really in my head? They cry and fight, cry some more. Let me go. Trying to rip me apart like stale bread. I'm breaking down and crumbling. Fragile, flimsy meat sack. Let me out, let me out. I tried to ask who, but nothing was said. Release me, please. This feels much too real, am I jinxed or dead? I can't escape, can't move, can't see. Let m

The disconnect. At first a shallow trench, worming it's way through your bones. You see it, "I'll catch myself," you'll say. Till it burrows deeper, blasting through your rib cage. Your brain, a bomb, ready to go off, throwing grenades in trenches, sealing your fate. Just a disconnect. But time is no longer real, and you can't find your feet. "I'll catch myself," you said. Flailing through the battlefield, for anything to catch onto. Yet there's no longer a warzone, you don't