I miss the misty eyes But that's no longer the case I used to always cry Now my tears have no taste A tragic loss Of the boy I used to be...

Bouncing back and forth all the time, endlessly between beauty and being ugly. I hate myself and love myself. It's fucking exhausting....

One day will be the last day One life will be the last life One death will be the last death One last will be the last last One day...

Comfort, it means so much to me. The comfort of my bed each morning, begging me to stay just a moment more. Or the comfort of my mother's...

A boy born with his twin in the morgue His brother attached to his heels hiding from the light. How angry this sunless boy must be, to...

Death will never come for me, I will, I'll try, but it's of no use. Death will never come for me, at least until I'll hate for him to...