Is it true that when all you want to do is sleep, you're depressed?
When you're at your happiest, you're sleeping.
Maybe I'm just thinking this way because my eyes are swollen.
He's addicted to heroine.
So I'm afraid to sleep because I'm afraid I'll dream of him dying.
No one reads this so it my mind outlet.
My head is heavy.
My lips are scabbing.
My heart is skipping.
I'm sick.
It makes it worse because everyone tells me there's nothing I can do and I know it's true.
I guess I could go sit on a couch somewhere else,
Surrounded by people who have no idea,
Who have their own problems and can still fake happiness like I can.
I want someone to just spill their guts to me.
I want to worry about someone's life rather than my own.
My life is easy.
I want my mind to shut the fuck up.

Sitting, naked.

I lay naked with hair made of daisies,
toes made of grass, fingers of twigs,
my breasts are moons, gravity in the dark,
the wind kisses down my stream of a stomach,
bears and jaguars are friends today,
we live in a castle under the sea,
Poseidon is my lover, Atlantis is my bed,
I give birth to dragons from my mouth,
Stone walls turn to sand in my eyes,
Stars crack in her pitch black eyes,
Her teeth stare from under her lips,
Ears like a bird of the night, she is mine,
Delicate and deadly, graceful and gory,
I am the wicked result of a witch and a lion,
With scratches on my legs and skeletons in my cauldron,
You built four walls around me,
I am naked in a galaxy.

gah, bum.
i'm just kinda faking.
so if you think we're friends, we're probably not,
unless i make an effort.
you'll know what i mean.
gah, bum.