When the quiet invites all the bad thoughts in... Screaming sounds better than havingto listen...
Windows 3
Your
Your voice is in my head but it's such an awful shame, that I can't see your mouth moving when you say my name. Your fingers tend to wander and play those little games, that heighten all my senses and implode all of my veins. Even with my eyes closed your face is in my brain, affixed into my memory while still shadowed by flame.
Street B&W
Burn
Choose your side and stand on the end, for there's nothing left here we can mend. This bridge needs to burn so let's take it down, I've laid both our fuses for us on the ground. Now strike your match and I'll strike mine too, so our flames can engulf what I've wanted to undo.
Iris 7
Precipice
The ledge I walk is a thin precipice, Of mental regressions and pure recklessness. One misstep and I fall into the direction, Of extreme mania or a sinking depression.
Iris 6
Prettier
My pain has always been prettier on paper... The way my tears land and make the ink bleed through the faded blue lines... The way my frustration smears the page into blurs of illegible letters and marbled designs... The way my notebook's corners are curled during the hours of countless sighs... And the way my fingers twist my misery... So that it's prettier than what's inside.
Iris 4&5
AO Poetry 
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