I was the kid next door's imaginary friend

An unfortunate person is one tries to fart but shits instead

If you can read this, I didn't hit you hard enough.

Roll roll roll ur joint, gently down the line, take a toke, inhale dat smoke, and blow ur friggin mind

I live a life of misery and hate, I dream of being loved and safe

I walk through fire, I walk through waves, darkness is overwhelming with hate and pain

You can't kill me.. I'm already dead

I'd rather bleed with cuts of love then live without any scars

I'm so sick of my heart leading me places where there can be no a happy ending

One should forgive one's enemies, but not before they are hanged

When will people understand that words can cut as sharply as any blade, and that those cuts leave scars upon our souls