spiders will tell you where to go

the fault doesn't lie within you. an outside source laughs at you. if you never existed you wouldn't be able to hurt people.

pull your brain out, pull it apart. arrange the pieces, put them back together the way you want them. this is your healing, this is your responsibility.

you have wings and a halo, but it leaks dark matter into your eyes and the feathers have no fluff, they're prickly and digging into your skin when folded. who said heavenly being is pleasurable?

stop building the walls around you so high noone can jump over. stop setting up the doors with the handle on just your side. stop creating a house without a doorbell.

when was the last time you screamed? when was the last time you screamed so hard it made you feel uneasy for a second but free afterwards? you don't remember. you have been bottling everything up so long the cork can no longer move.

you are sorry for your friends and how they worry about you. you are sorry but you don't do anything to get better.

my teeth hurt. my teeth hurt so bad i had to pull them all out. but they made fun of me for being toothless. i started sneaking in people's houses to look for teeth to take and glue to my gums. just had to find 32 but it turned out to be harder than i thought. i stole about 10 when i started hearing rumors about a fairy who apparently took children's fallen out primary teeth from them. next time i went to steal teeth i found money next to them and thank you notes. people thought i was a fairy instead of a thief. when i found all 32 i realized i could never grin again or people might realize i have their children's teeth in my mouth.

you talk and talk but noone hears it. it echoes in your head and stays there. people made you mute by not listening.

wash your body. scrub until it's clean. scrub until there's blood.

you don't want pure love. you want all of the imperfections that go with loving another person.

'i want to get better' you say as you stab yourself over and over again 'i need to get better'

hunger feels good. you will not eat until your stomach has eaten itself.

let's share a cigarette. then another and another. let's smoke so much we can excuse the silence with the lack of air.

you thought you had an option? that your opinion matters? you are so naive.

you are under my nails. behind my ear. in my lungs. on my mind.

don't talk to me i don't exist i don't i'm not here

you went to open the door fifty times today. but there's noone behind it. it's still knocking.