im so fucking sick of all this bullshit
sort it out yourself for fucks sake grow the fuck up
i dont fucking give a shit whether you should fuck your boyfriend or not
just shut the fuck up

you don't need a broken heart
to know one can be broken
you just need to open your eyes
we don't need to be deceived
to know a lie can be spoken
we don't have to learn everything twice

shes a corpse

She holds herself because they're the only arms that will embrace her.
Her thoughts surrounding her mind with hope,
but her heart knows that she's empty.
She crawls into her bed
alone and scared.
Fearless blood runs through her
she keeps it cold
love never really was good to her.
Every word fades away as the breathe somehow makes it.
Eyes washed million of times by her own mistakes.
She heals her own heart
revives it once again.
Only to be smashed by the hammer.
Broken lips...
once nourished...
are now abandoned.
She tells herself things she wants to hear.
Words that help her breathe again..
thoughts worth thinking.
But how long is a corpse suppose to cradle themselves?

Darkness consumes me
In my darkest hour you comfort me
Convince me; tell me things I already know
The depression inevitably leaves an impression
The mental scars deplete me
Its a full circle, the same as it ever was
Scarred and scared.

Darkness consumes me
In my darkest hour you comfort me
Convince me; tell me things I already know
The depression inevitably leaves an impression
The mental scars deplete me
Its a full circle, the same as it ever was
Scarred and scared.

i dream of a place far away from here
a place where the only sound interrupting the silence is the sound of nothing
a place where nobody needs anything
a place where i can be as free as the birds
a place where something as small as a dandelion can make you happy
dreams dont come true