They told me to lean on those who love me, so I did. I fell flat on my face before I realized, no one was there to hold me up.

But then again, what else are parents for...

I miss you, baby.
I miss you so much.
I would give nything just to hear your calming melodic voice again.
I miss you, lovely.
But, I love you more than I miss you.

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Baby, every time you look up to night's sky, I want you to think of me. All of the stars you can see, baby, are stars I have wished upon for you to come back to me.

As the minutes pass and the clock slows, I watch my wrists bleed as the stained knife glows.

I'm just a unwanted angel.
My beautiful wings shelter my tears.

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If you were to grade me on a scale from one to ten... I would be the point at which content and disconsolate collide

Paralyzed yet spinning, rushing vibes of pleasure yet I can’t bear it any longer, I must satisfy my hunger to hurt.

Yearning to get home, itching to relieve, plotting the next painful yet ultimately satisfying scene, as if I was the director for once.

I sit in anguish, repeating to myself I’ll never think to do this, yet I find myself here again, looking down from a different angle.

I thought I had it beat.
I guess it tricked me.
Back to the good ol' days.
Full of wet eyes and fake smiles.