I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest

There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me

If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back