I'm in bed all day/
I got nothing to say...

I just want to disappear /
Can't stand the world...

Let’s go grab coffee
and I can savor your heroic ego...

I need to dig deep /
My Conscious won't speak...

There is fleeting meaning
in existing as a tiny...

Paraphrasing a pretty poem;
I pluck paper pedals...

You shine so bright I'm feeling sunburnt/
Those things are nice, must bring you comfort...

**Trigger warning: self harm**
the edge of death...

and on the last day,
our very last day...

drafty quiet embankments
of sanctuary under the blankets...

I felt afraid
the first time I knew...

Understanding one another
is cliche...