Maybe tranquility is the dirt under my nails. I know it's there but I never feel like digging it out.

Today I was fisted by the sunIt's funny how Morning comesand you're just supposed to give a shit.

I amBroken single motherDisconnected loverSlow motion dresserDark secret confessorWhite flag trendProfessional dead end

Waking up breaks my heart.Getting dressed breaks my arms.Joining the crowd breaks my legs.Letting someone in...does me in.

I would drown in the ocean every morning just by stepping out of bed

I'm a buried kind of beautiful.Bring a shovel and a shooting starI may be a night's work.

He comes.And he comesloadedwith noise pollution.If I ever prayed for anything,it was for a manto shut up.

Oh, precious losing streak,you're too cute for your own good. I try to laugh about itbut my face is made of wood.

I get happy and I get sad,just like anybody elsebut they call this a disorder.