I hate to see flowers die
it's like the worst pain...

You can dress her up,
Or dress her down...

Dear diary,
what is it that i cannot seem to grasp? am i just...

I like to imagine in my head
that there's forest just for me...

I'm single but not looking
scheduling but not booking...

Like a drug
that i cannot reject...

Mirror mirror on the wall
cut off this fat and watch it fall...

Walking wearily downward this street
i stare above at the dark night sky...

You were holding me close in my bed.
I can hear your heartbeat...

Shrieks of laughter turn to terror
real smiles are now self induced...

Such a pretty girl
with such a pretty face...

Your body i will never again get to hold
your lips remind me of how i will never again kiss...