It is an oppression to keep me alive,

a mercy to let me die.

©

I've only been affected 
by anything other 
than affection

The only plan made
was to never have 
anything planned

I've only been 
perfect at living as 
an imperfection

The only thing I
understood was how 
much I didn't understand

©

You'll never remember
the bad when
you're in the
good

But you'll always
remember the good
when you're in
the bad

Pain is the
greatest necessity
of pleasure

©

They say those with knowledge are
those with power,
yet most with power have no
knowledge.

©

A sadness I had

created for myself

that killed my

heart in the end,

was I never had you

to have lost you

and I can't blame you

for my pretend

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Remember that the person you're putting up with is putting up with
more.

©

I spend
my days
in sinful errors
and my nights
in painful regret,
with an in between
of terrors at which
path I will
forget

©

Her bed was
fashioned
into a grave

Her blanket
was fabricated
out of dirt

And now her
sleep is calm
as a wave

Shes rests in a
place where she’ll
never be hurt

©

I'm bleached of
colour and I
watched it fade

I’m guilty of my
murde*r and I
birthed my blade

The retribution
I face has been
justly made

But my dues
in life have
never been paid

©

If only I had erased my thoughts 
before I could think,

and suffocated myself 
before I could sink

If only I had undone my knots 
before I was twisted,

and ended my existence 
before I existed

©

I'd rather be a poor shepherd

than a rich sheep.

©

I'm silent,

because I have the world to say.

©

The system is to blame the next,

society blames society.

©

Trust is heavy
in weight and it
is too great a mass,
it is the foundation
of love and yet
as fragile as glass
For trust is easy
at loss but so hard
to be regained,
because once it is
broken it will
forever be stained

©

I looked at 
you close, 
to find you a 
stranger now
I looked at 
you closer, 
to find you 
always were 
somehow

©

Breaking trust is
like breaking glass,
it could never be
put back the same.

©

In the softness
of my heart
In the hardness
of my mind
I'm searching
for my hate of
you, but love
is all I find

©

I told you I would
leave, but I never
said goodbye

I told you it
would end, but I
never said it'd die

I deleted you out
of my life, but I
never had you blocked

I closed the door
to you, but I
never had it locked

©

Who are we to say
that a love is not to be?
That a love does not belong
and can never be set free?

Who are we to think
that a kind is not our people?
That a kind is far beneath us
and will never be as equal?

Who are we to feel
that a face can look unusual?
That a face must be a canvas
and be painted to be beautiful?

Who are we to judge?
To say love is prohibited?
To think below of others?  
To feel minds can be limited?

©

The words will come
when you're sound asleep
And you've lost it all
and have nothing to keep

When your mind is shallow
and your pain is deep
And your eyes resemble
the clouds that weep

The words will come...

©