• Shards of glass cut into my feet, but I feel nothing. Knife wounds slice against my arms, but I feel nothing. Hot steaming water pours down over me, but I feel still nothing. You thrust your hand into my chest, […]

  • You’ve never reached out your hand to me, I’ve always been the one to grab it as it swings lifelessly by your side. While you breathe in air, I’d breathe out disappointment. It doesn’t take much for thin hair to […]

  • I like to sit in the quiet, where nothing moves and my breath is but a touch upon my own skin, damp and cold. I can pretend that my voice echoes off of newly white painted walls, wrapping me up in my own words […]

  • Sometimes I like to pretend that I don’t remember how your voice sounds, or how many seconds it takes for you to inhale my love and exhale it like poison dripping out of your mouth. I like to pretend that I don’t […]

  • I crawled into the depths of your heart, and hoped to God that you wouldn’t find me. I hid in the shadows, fed on your love, and swam through the thorns to find your soul. All I found was pitch darkness, and the […]

  • The dirt under his finger nails were beautiful. I wanted to taste the filth, imperfection, the ugly, and in between. I wanted to be the gum under his shoes. I wanted to be wanted.

  • He hates being strong. Strong meant sacrificing what you love most for what you’re supposed to love, and that wasn’t him at all.

  • Sometimes he thinks about why his fingers are so long, why his cigarette’s smoke curls around his body as it travels towards the sky, why he can’t stop breathing when he feels like it, why he can’t stop feeling […]

  • I don’t know whether to lean to the left or right, I’m afraid of losing my footing and tumbling down and down and down, unable to find myself in the dark. I don’t wish to move from my place.

  • Hide yourself from the light, from reality, from everything, and look through darkened eyes at the world. I don’t care, but I really do, but I still don’t care, it rings in your head.

  • To live, to love, to fight, to hate, to do things without thinking. To bite your lip and taste metallic and love it at the same time. Not knowing what is next. To just fucking live.