If a tree falls in a forest,
And if that tree is me,
Does my pain stand to reason,
If loved ones seldom see?

My barks too thin to warm me,
My trunk is hollow, see?

My roots they sit too shallow,
My branches haunting me.

If a tree falls in a forest,
And if that tree is me,
I’ll lie here in my sorrow,
Till hurt does leave me be.

Plug ya headphones into the hoover, shits loud

Joe likes teeth in his blowjobs

Times like this you find yourself wondering if you can even tie a noose? I’m sure any knot will do, this isn’t scouts I don’t need the badge. My curtail rail fell down last night so that’s off the table. Luckily there’s hooks in the ceiling that’ll take a load. Getting up there’ll be hard but hey, it’ll work. I’ll pop a call to the feds with address and take the leap, can’t have one of the family find me that’ll just be embarrassing. There’s no way a fed will show up in time unless they’re parked down the road. 7 mins minimum, plenty. Means my face won’t be too fucked up for mum and dad, long enough to kill but short enough to keep me looking, well, human. Ah fuck rope, no rope. Who has rope what the fuck kind of family keeps a handful of rope kicking about? I can’t go buy rope that’s cringy as fuck. Fuck it, no rope no go. Let’s call it off, another day my friend, another day.

The unbearable urge to trace my veins with a Stanley blade clears me of any energy to do so. I shouldn’t be embarrassed about this sort of thing, to live is to feel but who in all their sanity would want to feel like this.

“I’ll do whatever you want, as long as I get to be with #### for the rest of my life”

Gather my shadow,
hold him in my palm,
for where we’re off,
know not of calm.

Hidden in my hold so tight,
We venture forth through damaged night.

I see the man I wish to be,
Standing tall amongst the trees.

Leaning down he takes my wrist,
And frees my shadow from my fist.

Springing out he hugs our friend,
And guides him to my heart to mend.

With love and hope I take the lead,
For I’m the light my shadow need.