every second i live is a minute i die
what do i live for?
every day i'm alive
everything i've said has already been said
so much that they'll never get the point
my heart's finally caught up to my brain
learning what it knew all along
after so many years of denial and deceit
of singing such a different song

reliving this life
remaking my mind
receiving your apologies
remembering i'm blind
reconstructing love
relinquishing hate
reattempting beginning
recapture that state
refresh me with your smile
remind me with your eyes
but it won't work again
not this time

lifting the lies
that i felt through my tears
my plea for an end
falls on your deaf ears
stop this flow of words
before i start
making them stop
by stopping your heart
it's not alive anyway

random letters
flee my mind
to the cold starkness
of paper and ink
i don't think
i just let
the words create
what they will
a painting
a photo
a badly written poem
from a badly wounded girl