Pride claws and rips at your throat as the girl you love only helps
Your hands burn and bleed as the aforementioned wrath of your past bubble up
Lust for life left long ago as you hesitantly realized it would do only harm 
You take and take until every stores shoplifted dry and the grubby hands of greed pry the hearts of hopeless girls
Envy of tombstones low hanging and the resurrection of the life beneath clutching your chest as...

I honestly can’t even put myself into words right now. everyone’s leaving and giving me no warning. i wanna fix everything i’ve broken but i don’t know how to fix myself. 

I hear them trying to reach out to me but it just echoes and bounces off these walls i’ve made. 

i’m destroying myself. 

slowly and alone.

I once knew a girl who always seemed glad
But behind closed doors she was sad
In front of her friends, she would smile
But all alone, she'd cry a mile
I once knew a girl whose eyes were too small
Whose wish was to look like a doll
A girl whose nose was too big
A girl who felt like a pig
I once knew a girl who would cry for no real reason
Her mood changed more than...

I firmly believe the worst part of a relapse,
Is not breaking your clean streak
It is breathing out air you didn't know you were holding

The worst part is finally being able to breathe again
Because before you could ignore the lack of air
And now you are so acutely aware of every missing breath,
that you spend days trying to breathe again

All you want is to breathe every missing breath
You know there's no way to hold...

    This is how it's always been. We drive in our car into the forest. It's quiet there. No cars. No bustling city streets to keep you up at night. No more midnight phone calls from your best friend. It was nice, quiet, peaceful even.
    But now it felt different, wrong even. It felt wrong in the way the birds stopped chirping when we opened the door. Wrong in the way that the lake waves seemed to stop as...

Friendship is making fun of eachother 
Stealing their last chip just to annoy them
Singing loudly as they try to sleep
Friendship is being able to hear "I hate you," and know it's full of love