"Show me what my dreams are made of"

things are getting pretty scary

and none of us believe in fairies

so hope is basically dead

only sad thoughts in our head

we passed the bottle round

and soon the night was filled with sound

of the sorrows of us all

one girl wanted to fall

down onto the tracks

no one to hold her back

another spoke of love

loving someone up above

up in france was he

she cried from behind a tree

another was confused

tired of being used

of hiding behind a mask

such a sad task

but he was feeling fine

but the whole time

faced with words of hate

but sadness they did not create

love was all he returned

to the girl who said she had burned

tiny holes into her skin

and desired to be thin

we're all a little fucked it seems

but atleast we have our dreams

of running far away

someday.

"keep my soul my head's not coming back"

Memories. They can break us. Change us. Make us question who we really are. Memories of a time where you were out of your mind- they're worst. Substances can reveal our inner thoughts, the monster of the person we really are. We voice exactly what we think- no filter to our thoughts. Remembering all that can be scary. What we said. Who heard us. It can destroy you. Knowing who we really are, and what we really feel-it's scary. Having memories of every dark thought that's ever featured in ones mind spoken by yourself; it makes that thought a whole lot more real. Makes it definite. Affirms just how fucked up we may be.

I'll show you mine, if you show me yours first.

You wear your mask,
and i wear mine.
Let's both pretend
that we're fine.

Fake a smile,
force a laugh,
and for a while,
things seem nice.

There's nothing deep-
Just friends.
Secrets to keep,
truths to avoid.

You can do this.
Maybe I can too.
That smile I miss-
Where did it go?

Stolen by sadness,
torn apart by anxiety.
The monsters orchestrating this madness-
Sinking us all.

In the end,
Will you be my friend?

Hopefully.

vomit.

Saviour-Vomit


"All the love in my heart can get fucked"
Yes please.

Falling in love. Why falling? "All you need is love" said The Beatles, so why is it that people are the world are constantly falling in love? Why? Because it's this beautiful emotion that brings out the worst in people. It makes us do stupid things. It reveals to ourselves our insecurities, our flaws. It attaches us to one person in a way that almost makes us dependant on them and their emotions. It's horrible. But it's true. Romeo and Juliet proved it along with every other romantic story/movie. Sure, we're all being brainwashed to think this love business is cute-cuddles at night, goodmorning texts. But truth is people get sick of people, people change- "nothing is permanent" said the Buddha and dear god he was right-and the giant amount of Buddhists in the world clearly show that. We fall in love, because the way love changes us leads to our fall. But in the long term, if two people were "meant to be" or whatever cliche you'd prefer to loose love can also make people happier than they've ever been. Then I guess the happier a person is, the further they fall when things become blue.

I don't know what I'm trying to say. Does teenage love classify as love? Buddha didn't have much to say about that-