wah wah wah
i'm not leaving the house again until i lose 20lbs. 
no, not even despite you coming home...
i don't know why you called to say so when we both know you're not coming home for me.

here we go. and now i hate you.
oh, and revenge is sweet.

She would run her fingers over her vertebrae; possessing her hands with the memory of his; his fingers committing to memory every inch of her spine. And now it was his palm, his finger, index, thumb, nail bitten to the quick that opened over her neck and closing managed to capture her purified essence, like a butterfly caught by it‘s powdered wing ( Read more... )

thanks mum and dad for making me cut myself for the first time in months.

I have learnt how it goes
what you wait for never shows
and what you least wanted
holds you down like a stone.

everyone has an empty space to colour in
sometimes drowning out the echoing sadness with music
or clasping hands with one another
or just against the sky; open palms grasping desperately in a void

tell me a secret
anonymously
we all need an ear to mumble into, the way we did with our daddies when we were younger.

There's that fear again
Coming through the grass
Deeper it goes (through the wall it goes)
Singing me a song (sing me to sleep)

There's that noise again
Coming through the grass
Louder it goes
Singing me to sleep

There's that place again
There behind the hills