lennae

the sky is all ashes today, painted black with the burnt ruins with what-used-to-be. words are all i have left, so i guess i should say them, even if you'll never hear them: i would've painted the world pink for you, just to make you smile [even though we both know i'd rather it be blue]. i would've jumped off a bridge with you, felt the wind screaming into my skin and fear rushing through my being, just to hold your hand. i would've ripped down all my glass walls if it meant you'd let me in. we could've drawn a map of the world and then, maybe, we wouldn't feel so lost. but we'd probably screw it up anyway since we're both bad at directio

dear someone, i know you probably don't care. i know you're probably busy watching tv or dealing with your own problems, or maybe you're busy laughing and chasing butterflies. maybe you spend afternoons in the grass, smelling the sun and tasting life. maybe you don't have time to worry about me. but i'm going to pretend you care. i just want someone to hear me, honestly. i don't expect you to understand or care or even listen. i'm just hoping that you will. dear someone, i guess i should start by telling you that i wish i didn't have to live anymore. free time is spent wondering if there's any way i could possibly suffocate myself. i