Did you ever think that loneliness had a sound so loud you can’t think?
Meditation is a bullshit way to quiet my lies that want truth.
At the heart of all our sadness is that our truth is unloveable.
Shopping for nothing, even the Disney store can’t cast a spell on me.
Depression repeats all the ways I am unloved like a sad record.
What part of you thinks that you belong in this world or even with me?
When the only thing that feels real is a profound sense of rejection.
His body was thick like a superhero. And me? I just want to be saved.
You look exactly like what I want tonight. Nothing more, nothing less.
I think of you often and wish you were with me as much as I wish you the best.