I vaguely remember the cracks of your eyes-
Pools of lies rest there...
It is not that someone directly tells you that you...
you grow up and its not that you weren't pretty...
I'm emotionally attached
Then I decided to detach...
Yell at the top of your lungs,
Scream empty words my way...
When you are this sick
time collapses on itself...
When I can no longer bear
the ache of agony and despair...
I want the world to consist less
of headaches, of less collars that suffocate...
Yes, that Facebook status was meant for you.
I don't know what we are; perhaps the wool...
Take a look at me now
Who I am...
It's raining here,
it's raining acid and shrapnels...
If you could see the woods behind me
tall, quiet and yellow...
I once found love buried deep
within the greys and blacks outside...