Eloped with a razor in hand, and a knife in the back.

High maintenance depression. Count my countenance. My seizures. My

Tranquil as they roll the body away.

Tranquil is the rip-off artist.

I panicked when you told me I was a ghost. Another

Don't say hello for me. I'm in a bad mood. There is a riot in my head, and the children won't stop screaming. Out the window. Who

Nothing to lose but your sanity. Your energy. Your dreams. Your fears

Finality, it's priceless.

Fear

This gives you an excuse to shoot him in the face. Don't worry

be morbid.

They think you're funnier when you're morbid. They like it when you dance, and bark on command. They are so controlling--those fucking voices in your head are. How do you endure it? How do you maintain? Where has your courage gone? When can you stop holding your breath? Have they marched on? I can't hear. Not in here. Not yet. Not like this.

Peering.

I can't

unlearn what you taught me--but I can be killed by it.

I am broken. You are right.

Envy is the color of the world.

Don't let them take away your voices.