Small talk is for the birds

I am okay...

It’s okay not to be okay

They told me so

But they’re the reason

I wear slit smiles

And crisscross thighs as armor

I am scared of dealing with the hurt

I can’t get theese voices at my head

Maybe I just like feeling dead

I could pull out the needle

But I like the pain

Cause I don’t wanna feel numb

I get closer to the mania

I don’t wanna come down

I wanna stay up in the clouds

I don’t wanna sleep

I am scared all I am going to be left with is the hurt

I listen to the sound of my ocean

Cause I am obsessed with my own drowning

Wet eyes

Dry after

Midnight

See I noose

The high and lows

Jolting

I mean joking about my own misery

Stare Into the eyes of a shrink

Spreading my palms

Tell me my future

Do I survive the starry nights

and missed sunsets ?

Cause even broken glass

Catches rainbows

But even angels

Fall from earth

Orbiting oblivion

Plateau platonic

Hold my body

When I hit earth

Cause I don’t think I will survive this fall

My wings broke again

But my hearts still beating

Cause even broken hearts

Beat the same

Just with caution

Defy gravity

You’ll end up falling from your own grace

Even the devil tastes like an angel

When shaped like a bottle

Sunken eyes

Bird chest

Eat your soul

Cause the world made you heartless

You like the sweat of liars

Suck your neck

Cause I am addicted to emotion

I am a ravager in my own home

Stole the emptiness

And burrowed

My existence

Ate the walls

Cause these 4 walls consumed me

Breathe your own poison

Even brains leaks

See you can be your own cynanide

Get lost in the commas

Cause money

Will supply the highs

Cause reality’s hard

Wake up in my hell

Control my own nightmare

Cause dreams are empty wishes

The scary the halls

The easier it is to fear

Your own shadow

For depression is immortAl

Dead things consume death

Maybe that’s why my flesh looks eaten up

Suck your own blood

Cause even death

Tastes amazing

When you hit the concrete

WHat I do to feel alive

Pick my skin apart

Skin and bones

Fall on broken glass

Just to see my skin cry

I am insomniac

Annorexic of sleep

My eyes glued

To the ceiling

See I have learned every curvature

Of it

See even insecurities sound like lullaby’s

See my tears are the color of spilled milk

Shove chocolate chip cookies

In my mouth

Cause I lost my sweet tooth

See the world will turn you bitter

And label you a quitter

The bed has become deathbed

The cotton my lover

Molding to my touch

The night has become

Neighbor

A stranger

I have become to watch

The stars have become the flashlight

That guides me to the razors

Self injury is art

Art is best done at 3 am

Cause inspiration

Is never lacking

My favorite word

Is okay

See okay

Is an life jacket

It is not strong to save me from my own submersion

Okay is orbiting a solar system

And never truly landing

Okay is a billion stars

A red flag billowing right enfront of you

Okay is razors way of saying shut up

When you cut too deep

Okay is a needle

A little poke just to see if your alive

Okay is a conversation stopper

How are yah doing okay

Okay is my safe word

That triggers my own existence

Okay is the backwards regression

That gallops in with its bf depression

Okay is an crashing mania

Okay is life support

Okay is a gun , my hand yets pull the trigger

Okay is a please and thank you ...manners at a wake

Okay is the tears that won’t come

Okay is ...is not okay

How are you today ?

I am okay

Birds pick away at birdseed cause it’s the closest thing that taste like their own flesh

Sometimes we are own cannibal

Obsessed with our self destruction