are we just friends if it's your breath on my neck late at night, or if it's our laced fingers beneath the covers?

i don't hate you, i just need some time alone.

i don't give a damn about ‘men’ this, and ‘women’ that.

when he caresses me with hands soaked in blood, am i still allowed to love that touch?

follow me.. and rest in my grip!

after you cry, repent, and kneel, it's now your turn to say that hopeless 'i'm sorry!'

i want to stare at your tears, how they watered your years.

i dreamed the whole world vanished. in the night, my room feels vast, and the silence chokes my heart, making it hard to breathe.

vines without roots, like knives in my body. and i am their puppet, twisting ‘til i hurt.

i'll gouge you out with my fangs!

the door is everywhere. however, only you can see it. for the stars never set in your sky.

i never meant to forsake you.

i was always too ashamed to take, so i gave. it was not a virtue. it was a disguise.

what have you done today to deserve your eyes?

i come from the toughest place you can imagine. i want to be gentle, i want to die gently. but it seems i have to match.

i'm in a war of head versus heart, it's always this way. my head is weak, my heart always speaks before i know what it will say.

TREAT ME LIKE A PRINCESS TOO, AND DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!

will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?

i hate your friends, because i don't fit in. maybe it's selfish, but it sucks to not fit in.

i'm like a lighter without fluid; my insides are on fire.

in the eye there was a light that was not the light of heaven, and the mouth trembled, lustful and lewd, to drink deep of the wines of hell.

don't you worry, the altar is our floor.

i'm sorry i'm hot and funny. are you mad at me?

I AM MY OWN GOD AND MARTYR.

it wasn't quite love that they felt, but an enduring trust and need for constant affirmation that was as good as love.

i killed a plant once because i gave it too much water. lord, i worry that love is violence.

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃: GOD MADE YOU. GOD DOES NOT CARE IF YOU ARE 'GUILTY' OR NOT. / I said: I CARE! I CARE IF I AM GUILTY. I CARE IF I AM GUILTY!

child without home, where will you go in the night? heroes won't help poor folks like you; blood on your hands, dust in your shoes.

the final chapter ends with the phrase: born again.

you've been known to obsess over the future. do you think you'll ever get away from the past?

i don't need to flirt i get bitches with my autism, very severe trauma and my tiny waist

sometimes i feel guilty going outside, like i'm unworthy of the sun shining on me.

you're going to carry that weight for a long time.

and it should be an honor to be like the lamb; slaughtered and bludgeoned beneath the almighty's hand.

i was born charming with a silver tongue, pearly teeth.

maybe we could do something together.

here is the truth: i keep waiting for my anger to go dormant, but it won't. i keep waiting for someone to reroute my anger to the ocean, but no one can.

are we just friends if it's your breath on my neck late at night, or if it's our laced fingers beneath the covers?

YOU ARE A MASSIVE SOUL. A GRAND THING.

candy bear, sweetie pie, i wanna be adored. i'm the girl you'd die for.

i curse this body that hears words i don't want to. i curse this head that reminds me of things i don't want to remember.

the tree simply reaped from what it sowed.

my twisted sense of effort pushed many into peril. i forced others into following my selfish standards, like a selfish child.

taste me, drink my soul. show me all the things i shouldn't know.

you never hold me. / don't be the sort of person who needs to be held.

where does your spine go? i know i've got none.

i will rot in this room forever. i have never been beautiful.

it's a summer day, and i want to be wanted more than anything else in the world.

come, now. open your eyes, and look at me.

i love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me.