the most honest poem i've ever writtenI keep a bible by my bed and tell myselfOne day, I'll read it.I'm that jigsaw puzzle your grandmother gives youThat you never really wanted.I'm a shipwreck you just know will happen, and yetYou're still standing on the shore, wavingGood-bye to your loved ones.I like rain and you and breathingAnd only one of those is optional.I think horrible things are funny,and cry when I lose something I thoughtI'd have forever.For what it's worth, I can'tImagine next year without youAnd I've always wanted a friend with ground eyes'Cause I've spent too long in the sky,I'm sick of 'flying'.If I had a god, I'd call her Mom.She'd live in the ground, and be my best therapistAnd she wouldn't just be pretty things, but ugly ones too.I don't want to be a poet.I want to be happy.My name is Grace, though I wish peopleCalled me Grae,Because I'm not graceful, and I don't feel amazing,And I fit much better into the category of"a little bit of black and white"Than anything else.I have
If I Told You...If I told you you're beautiful, what would you say?Would you call me a creep? Would you walk away?Would you sit there and think and analyze;Try to see the hinting behind my eyes?Would it make your day and lift your heart,If I told you you're better than the finest art?Would you think I was joking? I do that a lot.But I honestly think that you're pretty hot.I want to say something, anything at all,But that would mean breaking the friend-zone wall.
lights like it's godshe wants her veins to be biggerso they can hug the room when it starts spinning.she wants a time machine and more storms.she doesn't want an 'It's Gonna Be Okay'.she wants an end.except i'm not sure i know what youwant anymore, sister.i think you want to sleep it away.i think you want to stop the yelling.i surrounded our old childhood playgroundwith real world problems, sister.then doused it in too-expensive gasolineand lit the whole damn thing on fireso no one can touch those ours my memories.is that what you want?memories from the days when your problems wereso simple you didn't need a knife or needle to solve them.when your skin still stuck to your bones and your mouthwas covered in red popsicle and smiles.when you told me snowflakes were souls and ashfalling to hell.when you still believed in god and jesus and mom and dadand me.of course, we had our fights.fights as loud as thunder and cliches andsometimes our mothe
Luck Luck I step out into the road,Hear a screech of tyres,I'm told I'm lucky to be alive,I tell them all they're liars.Laying alone on a hospital bed,They tell me the cancer hasn't spread,They tell me I'm lucky to be alive,I tell them I never want to survive.I'm told they got here just in time,But the overdose was a plan of mine,They say one more hour and I'd be dead,Couldn't they leave me alone instead?
HAHAHAThe pain I took for to many yearsThe mental violence throughout the beginning yearsSuppression that no one could possibly bareBut did you know or did you careI struggle to make my life worth livingI constantly try and am so so givingBut you take from me all I have to giveAnd take some more to see if I liveBut life like this has got way too muchYou had better look out as I have the clutchOn your mind your souls and who you are nowIs nothing to me as I see you're just foulYou try to be different not let them seeBut inside I see you with the demon in meI can relate to your anger and see through your lieIts only you that retreats to the bedroom and cryI know people like you who think this game is so funBut seriously people I've already wonI let you think you're getting the highest scoreBut really lol you're just my stupid fat whoreYou save the trouble of making myself heardAnd you always say you're a person of your wordThat is crap and you know that you foolish twit