Keyboard-goblin

The color pink wont wash away sins but it looks much prettier on the blade or maybe just less scary as if there is a sense of beauty in the sketching of my skin not so gracefully, but painfully so, my skin opened up like a flower the gentle bud of the rose, it’s bright red petals falling down but now that it has bloomed,i wait for the flowing to end i wait for the lonely perch of its permanent stem death, and her mark.

Everything I’ve ever lost had to be ripped from me I never learned to let go.

When its late at night and I realize that i will always be different

I hope my last breath is a sigh of relief.

I love people that just naturally have morals,manners, common sense, consideration, etc.

So many sunny days i had to spend in my dark room, so many experiences i was never allowed to have so many things that were stolen from me, and the thief is this illness.

34 felony convictions, 25 $A accusations, 3 baby mamas, but Kamala would’ve been too “ghetto” right?

Condemn me for craving intimacy. I abuse comfort where ever i can find it I’ll pray on a shooting star that things wont always be this way but i always felt the most beautiful with mania in my eyes.