nonsense

Scream so loud it burns your lungs. Sing louder. Dance harder. You're the only one who'll ever know.
Pretend you've let them in. Pretend the dramatic synopsis you give is the truth. You're truth is too dirty, too dark, too lonely. Remember all the words you've read that never give you answers to the questions that haunt you. Keep your sentences short. Keep your eyes cast downward and your gaze misty. Keep your voice low. Hold it all. With your frozen fingers hold everything, everyone you can. Give them all and give them nothing, of you. Climb earnestly. Watch your steps. All your fucking missteps. Blame it on the faith you lack. Blame it on your parents who never taught you. Blame it on your friends who didn't believe in you. Blame it on the lovers that left you. Blame it on the mirror that reflects you're bloodshot eyes.
It's lack of sleep and an obsessive mind. It's worn out ideals and a heart that can't tell right from wrong. It's blocking the light out and keeping strangers in your bed. It's mascara tears and vices. It's prescribed pills from enemies. It's the food you don't eat.
Scream, and blame, and climb. Keep running. Run until you've lost it. Look down on this town, these people, these lessons. Let the sun blind you. Breathe. Let the wind take you.


Learn to regret.


Jump.