

Catching Suicideshe's a dreamer of sorts, the rising smoke curling around her eyes until everything's just a blur, fading distantly between realities, and twilight falls into her back, the darkness smiling, hey, hey, are you ready?Catching Suicide
(the scars between her wrist bones falls slick into the kerosene, burning deadly through the horizon's ashes, the matches curling at her fingers, and she laughs, choking down the suicide.)
she screams through the nightmares, the ugly ugly monster with the sharp teeth purring into her ears "are you ready to give up yet?" and her lips tremble and her skin: breaks. "yeah" she said. "yeah."


I'm Bleeding Confessionsi'm bleeding confessions off my hipsI'm Bleeding Confessions
with my knees pressed into the floor and 'forgive me father for i have sinned-" was never good enough for these lips (the sky, it's a decaying flash of sin
& skin, a cigarette between my teeth
&
i'm ramming hate hate hate lyrics into my heart repeating words into paper & ink and messy hearts and the soft eyed christian boy, he wants to save me so badly if only i knew what really was wrong
and gunshot and bullets and suicides, i've seen it all so maybe the problem is, i've seen too much
(or maybe i just don


I'mPushingAnythingThatFitsLiam looks closed lips and bloodshot eyes at the rising sunset, the warm air outlining his bruises.I'mPushingAnythingThatFits
Leaning against the tree he writes another poem to add to his never-ending collection of failure and he opens his lips like metaphors, like a poet. Somedays he knows, Liam just knows he going to make it, someday, somehow but somedays he's pushing anything that'll fit in a syringe and into his skin, the well-kept scars hidden under layers of hoodies and inky pens.
Beside him, Cyan laughs, wide mouth, and he's smoking a cigarette as it hangs limply from his lips. The ground beneath his feet is burning with the need of li
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I shot the pilot,
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I'm here for you to use
Broken and bruised,
Do you understand?
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