jellyfishes wander through waves
oblivious to origin
or destination

their breath suffocating
as they meet death,

turn to the silent echoes
drifting through unknown tides
to a place
that doesn’t even welcome them

they linger,
mumbling silent promises
promises to watch sundown
where vision returns
where lungs remember air

jellyfishes,
drowned constellations
lost in the brine
encountered in the shore
unconscious,
always unconscious.

to touch one is to burn
their bodies blaze
too fiercely for flesh

death mistaken by silence.

hold,
hold these white petals

while you stain them with blood
blade smells like the metal in your veins
respect for the dead

respect for the dead

mangled body
id ask,
why?

why do YOU look at it
it’ll make you sick

BEHOLD!

BEHOLD THE LIMBLESS BODY!

so easy, so easy to find
white petals soaked in the red river
while petals running through your face

respect for the dead

sometimes I feel like I’m sick
not because I really am
but because I just feel bad

it’s crazy
that if your mental state is very bad
it can become physical

Probably what I’m feeling right now
it’s 00:28
and im not tired

I feel dizzy when I close my eyes
feel like I’m the biggest thing in the world
uncomfortable

I’m not even home
I just want to go home and sleep there
I don’t wanna cry here

Maybe this is getting too long
I didnt even plan on writing
That’s why it’s so messy
Sorry

I can’t connect words this time
And I don’t feel that I will rest this time
Good night!

strumming my guitar’s chords
stumbling over countless records

i’ve been bored
stuck to the idea of being that loser
in her eyes
nothing but in her eyes

beaten up for free,
forced to pay a fee
to coat both my hands in chrome

using a snake to clean the rusted strings
using paper to cut
the tips of my fingers
to relieve this bored state
bleeds more than enough

paper cuts do hurt
just the thing
that gives that sting!

sometimes i just need a hug

not the harsh words
maybe i just dont want to listen
to the truth
maybe im just too overwhelmed

sensitive.

i would never ask
for something like this
stabbing teeth into my wrists

like a dog, i follow you,
i admire you
but
sometimes all i need
is a hug

the stars in my hands cut me
as i held them tight
it seemed that all was right

besides the pain
i held them with all my might.

let them go.
they only hurt you.

your hands held enough.

you don’t need to carry them
you don’t have to carry them

they did nothing but to mark you

with patterns that tell a story
a story that you may not like to remember
the past that held your neck
so tight your breath couldn’t last

in the end,
the stars were always yours.

my whole life
all i ever did was fight

to defend them, i thought
to protect them

but the tears only fell on my cheeks
on my face
on my heart

mentally,
physically,
im not okay

my whole life
all i ever did was fight