Fading everything to black and blue, you look a lot like you shatter in the blink of an eye. You keep sailing right on through. Every time you say you're learning you just look a lot like me; pale under the blistering sky. White and red, black and blue.

You've been waiting a long, long time to fall down on your knees. Cut your hands, cut yourself until you bleed, then fall asleep next to me.
Wait for everyone to go away and in a dimly lit room, where you've got nothing to hide, say your goodbyes. Tell yourself we'll read a note that says: "I'm sorry everyone, I'm tired of feeling nothing. Goodbye."

Wash your face, dry your eyes because you've been waiting a long, long time to fall down on your knees. Cut your hands, cut yourself until you bleed. But fall asleep next to me.

Have a dream I'm falling down on my face, scrape my knees, scrape my hands until they bleed. Because you're fast asleep next to me.

Next to me.

Really want to write a very heartfelt intriging blog. But too tired. ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Every human being deserves to know what people feel about them. It may not be the ideal setting, it may not result in the response you were hoping for, but never fail to tell anyone what they mean to you. It is no sin to love.