How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?

Last year seems years away. Last night seems lifetimes away. This moment seems like a dream.

You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.

He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.

There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,

I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,

While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling

What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said

Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness

In seventh grade, I made you a po… But I tore it up into pieces Because it wasn’t good enough. In eighth grade, I made you a poe… But I left it under my bed

I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth

This feeling Makes me want to bless my friends… And find redemption in death. I want to stand in the rain 'Til my bones shake apart

Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.