It’s Getting Dark

Once I’m in, all I want is out

I’ll never be the same

But I saw the opportunity and took it

Vampire bites and dreams of games

That are constantly played in real life

Little did my inner child know

Forced pity makes me sick

I don’t need it from you if it’s nothing more than a requirement

 

I think a part of me is scared to achieve

Because it could be taken from me

I know I should be living for myself

So, don’t abuse my love because I still need to use it

 

I join to avoid

It’s no problem

The air is getting heated

We have to suffocate to enjoy the party

They took the red pill and they took the blue

I cried in the bathroom and took the purple

It’s all uphill from here

Because I’ve already been down

Time to be more alone than feel it

 

Caught in the pouring rain

With no idea what kind of moment to have

To let it be depressing

To come alive

Or ignore it

Just another rainy day or night

A member of too many cliques to count

And every single one has a loose screw

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Brave and Covered in Blood

The sound of silence can be deafening

Standardization was never enough to fix us

Chaotic good is my hero

Wearing white in hopes of being stained red

Blood red, cheered up with wine

Your closest family and friends aren’t that innocent either

Change is the devilish angel there is

Are you in or out?

 

Battle cry of the breakthrough battle

Previously hidden confidence

The sharpest sword is combining it with vulnerability

 

Take a piece of me

But it will always come back to me

Cut me open

And I’ll sew my own stitches

Spill my guts

I swallow truth until I’m broken enough

To break you

Strike you like a viper and you never saw it coming

 

Delicate, sensitive, but not weak

Stab my heart and I only get stronger

Play me for a fool

And I’ll prey on the predator

 

Sleeping Beauty became nightmare fuel

Suffocate me

And I learn to breathe more freely

Kill me

And I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life

And into the afterlife

The wicked deserve no rest

The damsel-in-distress always had dreams

I’ve always been so sweet and put together, right?

But everything is not what it seems

Charismatic

I don’t live in luxury

So, that means I have to hate the skin I’m in?

And so that you can sell your products?

What photoshopped happiness is this?

 

Consume more pain

The temporary pleasure will take the pain away

You need a magazine cover to be original

People will tell other people to respect your privacy

So that they can invade it in peace

And nothing is more real than reality TV

 

How do you love

When your favorite person is your favorite object?

How do you live with yourself

When you make someone not want to live themselves?

I don’t see the appeal

Of getting popular from who or what you steal

Beating broken hearts black and blue

 

You’ve got the look

All you need is the image

Don’t be yourself

Unless you have nothing to lose

 

There’s no time like tonight

Let’s catch up when there’s no time

I love what you can do for me

City of Sinful Innocence

Angel wings painted on walls

They wouldn’t exist otherwise

I’m bored of always wanting more

But not much else happens around here

Chasing paper to afford the opportunity

To take aesthetic photos in front of waterfalls

Three cheers for youth, ownership, and off-key symphonies

 

Tired of the small talk traced back to small minds

Rumors preferred over truth

Since you don’t have to hide what’s out in the open

We got everything we wanted and it wasn’t even worth it!

Look at how happy we are!

 

Walk of fame or walk of shame?

It doesn’t matter what you choose

Everything comes with a price anyway

If parties are fun, why is it so easy

To feel like you’re having fun wrong?

That’s no fun

Buzzkill or be killed

 

Grinding until we’re in the ground

Sometimes, sooner than later

What is it all for?

What does it all mean?

Deeply fearful of misplacing the last bit of innocence in me

Clueless Dumpster Fire

Your friends and family would’ve loved me

Too bad that you didn’t

But that’s not what this is about

 

You called me hot and sexy

I never failed to turn you on

I supported you in everything you needed support for

Then, I was easy to ignore

Every single time you fell for someone else

Yet, you told me you weren’t interested in anyone

 

No one can say that I’m dwelling on the past

Because you’re still the same person in the present

No change or growth whatsoever

You frown on players

But you’re a champion at playing the victim

You weren’t a stroke of good luck

You were a mistake

I was insecure and lonely

So, I drowned in your shallowness

 

You say you hate drama

Yet, stay friends with all of your exes

Including the ones who were abusive or cheated on you

There’s a fine line between forgiveness and blissful ignorance

So many things about you just scream hypocrite

I feel blessed and grateful that I dodged a bullet

 

You can’t handle me

Because you don’t deserve me

By the way, it’s creepy

To post personal pictures of a crush

On specific social medias

Just because she can’t see it

I can’t afford to trust advice

From the nice guy who cried wolf

 

You are hopelessly in love with romanticizing obsession and desperation

You and your new flame are obviously so into each other

Because she’s the female version of you

She complements you perfectly!

That wasn’t a compliment

Rhapsodic

I promise that what seems permanent will pass

True love isn’t always tough

Demons on demons, stuck like glue

I feel what you attempt to disguise

You can’t remember to forget

You’re angry at your anger

Sad about your sadness

Nothing makes sense, yet everything does

 

Make space on your phone

Make space in your mind

Anyone who wronged you doesn’t deserve to miss you

There are new memories to make

And stronger stories to write

 

Your heart broke in several directions

But the war is over

They made up their minds

And made one of the worst decisions of their lives

But look on the bright side

Because there is a gold one

You’re finally free

 

You are an ethereal, impenetrable poet

You and I both know it

That person, their people, their city of devils?

All nothing

I think you’re the best of them all

Crescents

I am not a slice of bread

To be passed around among you and your friends

I am never angry for no reason

Training to be my sword and shield

My words won’t let up

Whether I say them, write them, or just think them

My own feelings clash with each other

But I’m now fully aware that they exist

Everyone wants a piece of me

But I can’t be bought

Nor am I a free sample

Where were they when I dropped to my lowest?

Oh wait, they contributed to it

 

They look shiny and new

But I know that they’re crumbling like disgraced monuments

 

I didn’t notice until now

That I’ve always had to hold my own hand

Wishing on the crescent moons

 

Some say that I’ve changed

Some say that I haven’t changed a bit

I say that I did both

After all, I want it all

I will get under your skin

By not allowing you to get under mine

I will keep what’s mine

And stop letting you take without explicit permission

 

I didn’t notice until now

That I’ve always had to hold my own hand

Wishing on the crescent moons

Go on

Keep on showing the world who you really are

 

Just because my natural state is shy and quiet

Doesn’t mean that you have the right

To put your words in my mouth

Just because I know how to mind my business

Doesn’t mean I don’t know how to call you out

When you deserve it

 

Just stop

I won’t let anyone else write

The story of my life

I control my narrative

I’m so powerful now

I hold my own hand

With love