Listen my father used to say ignore what they say about you and i listened but he didnt tell me that listening is hard taking everything and keeping it locked up deep inside your heart. he didnt tell me that one day i'll go to the razors because i wont be able to listen anymore because the locked up heart broke and shattered into tiny little pieces and the words fell out all over the floor he didnt tell me that other people felt like me and i wasnt the only one that felt this way so i lived in a box house made up of insults and tears and scars and i lived far away from everyone who tried to care because that's what i was taught to do he didnt tell me that i didnt have to ignore the compliments so i lived my #life repairing a shattered heart and blocking everything else out

fuck up he forgets you when you need him you carve a F for forgotten you get insulted so much you forget all the names you've been called you carve a U for your favorite insult, useless you cry yourself to sleep every night you carve a C for everyone who doesnt care you pass the knife across your wrist you carve a K for slowing killing yourself you look at yourself in the mirror and cry you carve a U for your ugly face you pull the trigger and shoot and there's a P for passed away

Nothing Sticks This far in #life you could say i've lost myself. It doesn't make sense who i am - i can almost forget who brought me here. the lies that it started with. A #life that has sometimes gone in half-wanted misguided directions. Nothing sticks. I'd once hoped to change by changing my name from "who i am" to "who i'm not" to "still stuck figuring myself out. but nothing stays, that doesn't please society. Not my soul, not my thoughts - which are pieces of a younger me. Who knows which one? I've gone far enough past hope, back across memory lane which always ends with nonstalgia. this far in, nothing sticks.

Bombing for Peace Their bodies are scorched by uncontrollable flames. Houses have vanished. The goverment is to blame. Children are crying. There's no parents around. Death slowly swallows the ones who aren't found. What they used to see is not there anymore. No windows, no rooftops, not even their doors. They aren't themselves, their skin is gone. Dirty burnt flesh wet with blood looks terribly wrong. Broken hearts, crying eyes, pain from head to feet. Innocent lives were destroyed in less than a week. Pools of red run wild. Everyone's died. Coarse voices cry out confused cries.

Love Is An Endless Cycle you said we'd keep in touch i said i'll try even though i know i know we'll fade away. because you've never cared before and i don't think you really care now. you want a happy ending and i guess i do too. but happy endings dont just come from i love yous.