Aly Jett

I’m badly on the break

I know that it sounds strange to say the best of people are the worst to me.

Now I’m standing in a hallway of roses

If evil did not exist in you

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Until they’re done killing me

I know I really only post on here for my writings to release my emotions of the past on to a blank slate to post and then of course I love to go out of my way to see everyone else who feels the same way. Tumblr is really a beautiful community I’ve grown into loving. My music is another way that I express myself, and my little self managed to get a gig during the pandemic. It was recorded and I’m happy with the way this turned out. More writing to come this week and 2021 ✨

She’s sitting normal, her blood is flowing, a healthy pulse, moving joints. There is no inconsistency of the physical attributes granted, and she should be grateful. Some fight for the life she feels crushing her insides. Wishing for knives to appear out of the hands of the grim reaper, finally granting permission for the end. Well she’s dead now and she feels alright. You should too because she won’t cry. You’ll never know what went through her head. She’s dead now, what could you have done instead? She fell through the cracks, but her arms were stretched. Any hand tugged pushed away with force. I want their sadness to mount their hearts. I want their regret to catapult them to the darkest place. Now they’ll see the misery lonely company brings. Rule out all evil, I hope they weep.

Now I wish I was pretty and without a brain, so when he leaves I wouldn’t know anyways.

There’s no stopping the steady progress into maturity, but the world becomes more childish.

My first lover. I wish he was here instead. He only loves me inside my head. He only wants me when I’m full of dread.

I hope the richness of her body fits firmly in your grasp, since I am now only a piece of flesh existing in memories that become easier to forget with each night under the stars. Your hands are too busy to push me away, so you let me take the hints and experience the truth, a path empty without you.