a collection of shorts..

isn’t it ironic
how we kill
flowers
because we
think that
they are
beautiful

but we
kill ourselves
because we
think that we
are not

2013
(first verse credit to writing-away)

i couldn’t sleep because

i had a headache and a death wish

and an angry swarm of thoughts in my mind

12.45am
26 ⋅ 1 ⋅ 2014

i may not be able to draw pretty flowers

or write beautiful poems

but i can love you at 2am when no one else will

and maybe that makes it worth it

11.47pm
29 ⋅ 1 ⋅ 2014

there seems to be a time of the day when

my meds wear off and the world is a tidal wave,

crashing down on me and filling my lungs with

salt water.  some days it comes sooner than others,

today, the sun has barely gone down and i can’t

breath for the storm inside me

11.38pm
2 ⋅ 10 ⋅ 2014