I ruin everything that I touch.

The horrors of the night melt away Under the warm glow of survival of the day Then we move on, My shadow grows taller along with my fears And my friends shrink smaller as night grows near When the sun is climbing window sills And the silver lining rides the hills I will be saved for one whole day Until the sun make the hills it’s grave.

I don’t know why I even try sometimes. Its hopeless, it really is. I try not to lose faith and try some more but things never get better. Happiness isn’t around the corner when all there is in life is to move forward. Things never get better, and when they do, it is only temporary. Things get good and the bad comes along and crushes it. I have no idea what i’m saying right now. This is not a post saying “ehrmahgerd life sucks feel bad for me.” Just an honest post. When will life ever be something that felt good to have, not something that would just suffice. I’m going to autopublish something to later this or next month, see if things turn are better by then.

22 Mar. 2013

Thank god its friday because fridays will always be better than sundays because sundays are my suicide days.

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Thank god it’s Friday because Fridays will always be better than Sundays because Sundays are my suicide days. |-/

For Asset R. O’Morrow

Throw out the red and paint the soul,

Enamored by your presence

An apex of love reached because of your essence

Knew the consequences,

i dove right in even when i knew the toll.

Grab tight and release the strife

A deep void transfigured anew

a piercing feeling as sharp as a knife

A paragon is but dime a dozen compared to you.

And as I say this and look into your eyes bright

i love you and have a goodnight.

A view of the horizon on which my love for you has fallen.

Shattering into the deep void engulfing all that surround it.

A million pieces to hit the floor simultaneously.

A fire is lit into the soul.

Simple words to cast away any feeling.

Rain drops down from what once brought me joy.

My heart skips a beat and time stops.

It was over.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson