I Am A Mess, I Confess.

all i hear are the voices of the dead

Can I please go a day without dying?

Too many deaths.

I want to be a deadbeat kind of beautiful

Some say I’ve fallen from grace. Some say I’ve never had grace to fall from.

I will leave a mark on this world even if it destroys me

The only person allowed to kill me is myself, and I don’t think I could even do that.

Death was on my doorstep, and I gave him a place to stay

It didn’t matter what I felt when we locked eyes, I still pushed you away. The fire within you was burning bright and I, with my dwindling flame, had already accepted my fate of ash. Soon I was to be gone and, unlike a Phoenix, I would not rise again.

sometimes at night when the moon bathes me in her silver light and caresses my frail body with her ethereal glow, I pretend she is showing me the love my mother never did

I was much too warm for you because when we’d touch I’d leave burn marks on your skin

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