Tiny Little Hidey Hole

Would you hide me away in the movement and breathing. Hide me in a hole and never let me see the harmful sun. Keep me in a tiny space to keep the darkness out. Light it up. Make no more room. Keep it calm and cool. Hide the sharp and hard. Keep me safe and warm. Let the nights lights guid us through the streets. Children of the stars waiting to be set back, like a ring missing the jewel. Tiny dancers flinging across the streets, painting the black and bleak with colour and loveliness. Take me deep in that hidey hole. Never let me out.

Cute Little Slut

But what if they were just who they needed to be, and when I came in I changed them an they lost that sorta part that knows how to deal on their own. And what if when I change I don't know I take it with me. Or realize how much I do take with me. But what if it's the other way around? And in that miss and down and hard there's someone else in their life. And slow, oh so slowly the life slides inward and grows around the insides of this now sick sick body. What if the infection of an infectious mind end is insanity in a crazy place? What if when those who sleep on ceiling fans and roof tops end where they start. What if these dreams that are meant to be secrets come out and up and crash. End us with a down and out life left. What if we stay. Stay the nice girls and boys and never change, sit under a rock and hold our beloved toys close. Never grow. Never go...

Sanatorium for the sane...

Like I honestly don't understand what drives a person to treat other in such a horrible and completely inappropriate ways. I have done no wrong. My rooms messy, it's my room. I don't clean your dishes, I don't eat at home, ever, because of you. I don't clean up your dogs piss and shit off the floor, not my dogs. You live in my house too. It's not yours. You are no better than me in anyway. You have nothing on me, or to hold over me. Nothing to do with all your bitch. But guess what, I'm not fucking going anywhere! Go ahead haters, hate away, but know that it's the thought of you, and how much better off I am that makes my smile bigger. Peace out bitches, I'm to happy to be brought down by your fucking stupid. Done!

Certain Locations

It never matters what I do or say because I'm always wrong and have to pay dearly and forever. I'm judged by people lesser than I, and reprimanded by a system so jacked its brakes are on backwards, so every time their used the whole show goes up in flames...
I can't do this any more. I am on the verge of murder in all degrees. But no one cares. And I don't know what scares me more, the fact that I can potentially get away with it, or that I really fucking want to in the first place...

Bones

Hold my tears in your palm...love them into diamonds

Sometimes I miss you so much I think I see you everywhere. maybe it's just a deep want thats so deep it seeps out my eyes. Maybe I'm just crazy...or maybe I'm in like with you too much. if there is such a thing. I want to say that I love you. That your my one for life or whatever. But I'm so young. So much to think about and do still...I just feel this spot in my heart that's warmed by your presents, and cold when ur gone...is that love? 

It's an up and down

I can't grip the good moments tight enough, I can't hold you here, and quiet your thought long enough. It's like the outside word fucking seeps in and taints your thought with things I want to know, but you'll never tell...
I wish you trusted me. I wish you hadn't have left cause if you hadn't I would be yours right now. And I would have kept you safe, and straight, and healthy. Because when you care about someone you want to help them. I don't think of u as helpless. I think of you as Hott Wheelz. Your just you, it doesn't define you to me. Damon is a lot of things, demon, dealer, and to me; friend.