i’m sick of people telling me they… and then reach for the knife lodge… just to twist it. fuck you guys for that. fuck me for falling for it.

i don’t want to think about you an… so please, stop asking about me. stop telling my friends you’re sor… for the hopes it will get through… i don’t miss you anymore.

my bones scream to escape this ski… to tear through my flesh and force… then to let them dangle by their p… my teeth are too big to share this… and my tongue is too large to fit…

i’m tired of crying into my pages… with my mouth stuffed with blackbe… seeds spilling out and my tongue d… i want to lock myself up in the ba… to shatter the mirrors with shriek…

i’m waiting for the good part, i’m praying real hard that it’s st…

“who do you think you look like mo… on a hot august day (as they usual… “your mom or your dad?” you swung back and forth on the wo… i drawled my reply, thick as the a…

i love breaking your heart. call me a sadist, i don’t particul… i’ll reel you back in like a trout…

i’m not entirely sure i’m alive, s… saying that makes me seem crazy or… maybe i am, maybe it matters, but i don’t really think it does. you have your hands on my thigh.

i’m kind of nervous you don’t love… and isn’t that hilarious? when i was so damn scared in the b… that you would love me at all.

sometimes i think, when i’m sitting here doing jacksh… that you are only here with me, sticking it out, cause you’re hoping i’ll be someon…

i’ve got, “i miss you” carved over and over again on my sternum. skin raised and red, but it’ll dull down to a scar. just like the ones on your forearms that i saw when it was just you ...

when i told you i was crazy, i was… that there was your warning, but y… you don’t have enough heartbreak i… i’ll fix that for you, free of cha… “a penchant for manipulation,”

i think i do my best to be good wh… it’s not shaped for my kind of rag… it has no place for sickness, and… i drown in it, i suffocate in it. paradise is not a hospice, but i a…

you go to touch me, and i bite your soft, warm fingers… then when you’ve left, i cry because i’m cold.

i water the roses and i shear thei… because what is beauty without adm… what is anything at all if you can…