Thursday, 7/28/16 11:30 am
I buzz in through the backdoor...

I thought confiding in you would be the cure of...
now the only comfort I have is kidnapping words...

The morning after…
Don’t worry how I slept or the empty...

I originally thought I would dedicate this to you...
but I can't express enough that this is meant for...

A mental illness
should not be a death sentence...

I always had a sweet tooth,
even at 19 years old...

I’m angry, and I definitely don’t have as much...
to that rage as the victims...

I never meant to make her cry,
everyone grieves differently and...

You’re full of
emptiness; how someone...

Nameless, touched
only by depression’s chill...

Holidays were
always coarse...

Everything settles before me -
my breath...