bonefaerie

broken shards of coffee mugs, brick walls, cigarettes, your words, and all the other things that have hurt me. sixty-six pills in one day, razor blades, measuring tape, mirrors, and all the things I use to hurt myself. i'd like to say i'm putting the past in the past, i'll never turn back, i'll be someone meaningful. but could you ever believe that? could it be... i'm like a scratched record, destined to repeat the same transgressions? or rather... a child lost in the darkness, screaming for someone to show her a sense of direction? so I take these things that hurt me, these wretched things that hurt me... objects, ideas, others, mysel

tick my heart, i feel, is breaking into shards. tock i must choose, between you -- and you. tick shy smiles, awkward gestures i've always thought every bit of you was perfect. tock you made me feel something i thought i'd never feel for another -- true. tick i want to run to you -- straight to you and hold you tight. i miss you, i miss you. tock why do i let my heart continue being shredded destroyed by your apathy, killed by your egocentric, dramatic nature. tick after each and every passing year, still it is yet to fade why do i continue to lie to myself this way? tock you used to fill my ears with beautiful words now "i don't know i

words started to become everything and nothing burning in the darkness by hoarse promises under moonlight curling like smoke tendrils by whispered love during sin

i eat flowers and bathe in glitter so one day i'll be beautiful on the inside and on the outside too

i've never known a sadder lullaby than the one that graces my lips but maybe it could be the one that you trace with your fingertips