"One hour, One day, One week, I seek a solution
Letting the problems clutter and build up on you.
This isn't a school yard crush
Not another high school tease
Pounding at my skull and bones
Lay down and admit defeat."

"The bile in my stomach is leaking through out my body
My lungs are deflating, my chest is in fucking pieces.
I'm still struggling to see those beautiful eyes
I'm trying to hold back from finally cracking
Under the pressure of what's right and wrong
Whether karma exists and if this really is all my fault.
I've been setting myself up for a disastrous time
all for that pleasant smile I promised you."

"Lay me on traintracks
it is inevitable
shredding my body."

Poetry, 2 AM, tough night.