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just another stupid song I wrote    well, it's a quarter past dawn and I'm home alone nothing to do our love long gone I glance at my phone and see you've moved on
where are your hands are they around someone else? someone you don't know as well as me telling you the biggest lie  "I love you." well, listen up, cause they don't. you know what love is?
My tears spill over Forever leaking, gushing, flowing tears The embodiment of fear and disappointment Am I not enough? Not worthy of love Worthless
I wake up to another day, A smile on my face, the pain locked deep inside, Where I know that it is safe, I see everyone around me, They all look so happy, I'm trapped inside my head,
Spiralling Spiralling Spiralling A one way trip but she's blocked Left, right, up Too much for goddess of madness to concoct It won't go through She can't get in Had to bid adieu To left, right, up
Endless ocean of stolen tears Only the waves know your fears Crashes and ashes and waterfall gears Irrelevance fades as you soak up the beer
A part of growing up, is opening up. Even if that means, I've given you my all, and in return, a pity text.
A child sleeps in peace tonight, snuggled warmly under layers of blue blankets, smiling serenely as dreams flutter gracefully across his angelic face.
I am fragile like a porcelain doll Careful, don't let me fall I will shatter if you don't catch me
Your words dropped to the floor like the weapons that they were,For you cared not for what you meant to me,For you cared not that your words stung like a slap to the face,
My dreams are dark, My moods are depressing. I feel so distressed amidst all of this, I feel haunted when I lay to bed, I feel disturbed when I'm wide awake, No peace for me on both ends,
Hi I see your confusion and Your delusions Your tears, falling, falling Without reason I see your smile, overwhelming your face Don't hide, find me, let's embrace You write the words 
Poetry, poetry, poetry. You are far different from a tale. You are the only thing stopping me from telling this world "Farewell". Although I typically talk to very few,  you my friend, have made me anew.
Dear Cancer,   You’ve made me grieve You still make me cry I’ve shed tears into my pillow at night till’ my eyes were puffy and burnt out
Dear George... Today I had to listen to the words. "I'm sorry but we can't prove it beyond reasonable doubt."
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