Riley.
One of the things I can't describe...
Sometimes the people closest to you bring you...
Not up...
I wake up every day with a shred of
hope, that my path will be embellished...
Hanging in the fissure of a whalebone,
mourning songs like foghorns...
" Sit up straight, don't slouch! "
Words always spoken by the proper grouch...
I hate myself. There I said it. Not just because I...
How long do you think you an stay near that kind...
It is a painful reality and a painful truth,
The weight of the world is on your shoulders as if...
And she cries big crimson tears of pain,
as the blood driped to her palm...
She sits in silence unable to talk,
but her eyes scream out the truth...
You know that feeling you get when you feel
nothing. It's not emptiness, it's just that...
Struggling to stay positive but these dark...
You mutter 'excuse me' with a smile,
you stroll to the bathroom...