seb

for you, i would get beat to smithereens.

low-key feel bad for everyone @ the beginning of my conversations saying my writing was good lmaooo. i deleted all of my poem books.

saturnz about to make love
          and im just a heartbreaker.

I'll sit and pretend
          I know someone at an intimate depth
          it only makes me feel like shit in the end
          because you're only as good as the people you consider your friends
          
          so watch an aching past surface, and now i'm half certain
          that everyone who associates with me's a bad person
          because everyone who associates with me is as worthless
          now I finally understand what it means to lack courage
          and at the end of the day it just defeats the damn purpose
          to share the fruit of your knowledge while completely malnourished
          
          so I've been trying to let go of the things that torture me inside
          congratulations, you're cordially invited
          to a small list of things that I normally would hide
          like high school, no comprehension of enough harm
          codeine for numb hearts and patching up cut arms
          but drinking cough syrup when you didn't have a cough
          is ironic, because in reality you're sicker than you thought
          but like hearing new music and being too scared to turn it up
          virgin blood mostly told me to stop at the surface cuts
          and sometimes I wouldn't eat more than a couple bites
          and sometimes I'd go a week and not sleep more than a couple nights
          and sometimes I'd get so wrapped up in the "couple life"
          when the "couple life" failed me the first couple times
          
          
          but I am grateful that it seems stupid, and I'm grateful that i miss you
          because the passed two years are something I'm glad I had to sit through
          because now that I know what it means to be dead I can start living again
          now that I know what it means to be dead
          I can start living
          
          I can smell it when I breathe
          I can feel it when you leave
          I can start living again
          
          so I'm leaving behind the people who said I wasn't brave enough
          wrote an album called "sleep" and realized it's about waking up.

ITS ALL FOR REALLLLL
          IM
          TELLING YOU JUST HOW I FEEL SO
          
          WAKE UP THE MEMBERS OF MY NATION 
          *smashes guitar*

So the hearse ran out of gas
          A passenger person grabbed a map
          And the driver inside it contrived a new route to save the past
          And checked his watch and grabbed a cab
          A beautifully plain taxi cab
          A cab, had it cleared out back and two men started to unpack
          
          Driving once again
          But now this time there were three men
          And then I heard one of them say,
          "I know the night will turn to gray
          I know the stars will start to fade
          When all the darkness fades away
          We had to steal him from his fate
          So he could see another day."
          
          Then I cracked open my box
          Someone must have picked the lock
          A little light revealed the spot
          Where my fingernails had fought
          Then I pushed it open more
          Pushing up against the door
          Then I sat up off the floor
          And found the breath I was searching for
          
          Then there were three men up front
          All I saw were backs of heads
          And then I asked, "Am I alive and well or am I dreaming dead?"
          And then one turned around to say,
          "We're driving toward the morning, son
          Where all your blood is washed away
          And all you did will be undone."

You're so adorable when you sleep. 

You're asleep. But, I want you to know that I'm watching and making sure you're safe like I said. OkAy, ThT wAs So ChEeSy. I HaTe MySeLf. (((((((((:

We love you

I love you.