Todays strength came from hurt
i willed myself not to cry because wat was it worth...
if i cried it wasnt going 2bing u bak
if i cried u werent going to have my back
im not going to give u the saisfaction...
of knowing how deep u cut me

Shes waiting for it to end
in an irreversible sleep like state
of going one step forward with my self hate

Cuttings like bulimia
it releases all this sh**t
its a form of mutilation
it messes with your head

Shes just a put on depressant
with red stains on her wrist...
this is how u see me!!

**from my poem reflecting the burning red

I still taste u
i still feel u
the way u loved me
the way u touched me
i still love u
i will for a long time
so get off my back
n leave me to die x

Im having an identity crisis
i dont know who i am\or what i used to be...
i need to be someone...
i just wanna be me

Maybe ill joke myself something
that u still care
that u only pretend to hate me...
maybe ill kid myself that ure eyes arent diluted
that u mean everything you say...
but the truths slipping out...

Ure plastic heart has melted
ure eyes have lost there radiant glow
ure nothing more than a boy
with too high expectations...
one thing on ure mind...
((boy)) go slow

Thing that hurts the most
is that u never gave our dance...
a second chance

Im building bridges
and ure just burning them down
you treat me like im NOTHING
but i still want u around