pain (45)
or maybe?
he didn't exactly kill himself
and she pretended to believe that we believed her
not much room
what she wanted was a pair of ears
the incomprehensible muttering
complicity ?
suffering is all-consuming
didnt plan
why couldnt she
i'll hold your ankles
to love just a little bit
keep the past at bay
would it be all right to go ahead and feel?
a house a person a sigh
moved around like checkers
alive was the hard part
quietly they go
grief and hope can coexist
cant sleep cant read
i'd cry for a week
the kind of drug a man would invent
crushing history
once hate is gone
pathetic figure
had i not also suffered
my mother spoke
ghost libraries
silence equals death
supposed to be happy
one day
alive and sober
strength to remember, strength to forget
about the dark times
so shut up, Kyle
silence of our friends
permanente schrik
het interesserde niemand
onderdrukken
zuigende klei
slow kill
ik paste me bovenmatig aan
roses
