i couldn't even leave, as long as i ever live
'cause he grew roots around my ribs
and tied the fragrances of roses around
my veins
Flowing river of sparkles
that glitter more beautifully everyday

i put on my favourite lipstick
and wrap them softly on his hips
such a sight, i could never not look
trying to break away
he cracks, like the spine of a book

like my favourite dress,
i will always wear him well
because winter isn't cold anymore
this year, it's so so warm

so when i hold his hand
i'm holding the world in my palm
and even if my 'love line' is broken
i know this is just the start

but you know what really breaks
his soul into pieces?
it's that he's not real
and i'm 'too sick' to see it
he tells me over and over
'i'm already dead'
but what difference does it make?
i'll keep loving him even
if he is just in my
head.

maybe i … don’t wanna take your medicine

because it makes me feel so sick inside..

and losing so many hours of the day

makes me feel like i have already died

and what is real inside you? how do you really feel,

well its so impossible to say
because all the chemicals mixing inside you
kill your personality more every day
and when the clock ticks past 6 every night
i open my medicine box, what a confronting site!
it feels like my cupboard is the pharmacy
and the pills erasing everything inside of me
but it’s alright
thats ok
because the voices aren’t allowed to stay
so maybe im holding clumps of my hair
in my constant shaking hands
and its fucked up all my womanly traits
so i don;t get any more period cramps
and when i look in the mirror
and ask who am i
there is no answer… no reply
because there is nobody inside
cos these medicines, you see… they rewire your brain
and you take them again and again
worried that you’ll relapse to ‘insane’
the doctors don’t care for ‘side effects’
damaging or not
so long as your quiet and well-behaved
they’ll prescribe you another box
see what these medicines have done
they have completely destroyed me
if you think an illness is damaging
take their medication
and maybe you will see…

you can wear me like your favourite dress,
I will never mind
You can give me everything you ever needed
then throw me to the side
... you can give me nothing and that
is all i will ever ask
You can kick me off like your painful heels
and leave me in the dark

your lips taste like warm tea
... and your words, they excite me, like true
caffeine
that skeleton so perfectly refined
and if you give me your organs, i'll hand you mine.
as the winter asks what we did all summer
well the truth is can't remember
what are you made of? sedatives and sleepers?
and tomorrow i am going to ask God..
please..can i keep her?