leave messages to brighten someones day. these are mine.
Her words were dislocated
Her heart full of hatred
Mind was blind
It must be so amazing to not be depressed
I distantly remember a time when things were okay but at the same time its more of an out of body experiance as i dont accosiate that person as myself
Nights like this, i could drink forever.
Damage my insides
Were not bad kids
But We come from a bad place
Fear in our minds
Dirt on our face
Cough mixture cant cure the cold
In our minds or our souls
And Objects cant fill the hole
So we stole and we stole and we stole
drunk off his head
They end up in bed
Her lip bloody
Her body red
The people with little have more compassion than the people with lots.
A boy with no eyesight has the ability so see another’s suffering and a man with perfect eyesight looks right past it.
How can the blind see better than the seeing?
I just had to wrestle a broken sharper out of the hand of a boy who had learnt more about destroying himself than anything else in his short life. I saw the pain he felt, it gushed out through his eyes, i saw the way he hugged and held his body, like he felt a pin prick as the carve of a knife.