You're the prick that makes me feel like an idiot,
Still my imperfections amuse you...

The way he looks at me,
I feel like an idiot...

Lights are out
All is dark...

I wrote this last year and just found it, it's...
So far from reality my mind has taken me...

Drawn to poetry,
Drawn to disasters...

Take her hand,
She will lead you...

Angel...
You give me grace...

Everyday the fatigue grows,
Each hour is just another 60 minutes of agony...

Needing to be in control,
Feeling out of sanity...

Beauty may shine on some,
Elegance on others...

Tears on my pillow,
Cry myself to sleep again...

The sun may be burning her skin but she cannot...
She is so far down...