GhostSlayer

Where light touches you 

I see every little crack in your lips, 

and every tiny hair on the side of your face 

I see every single cell of skin, 

I write with a knife

It cuts into my heart

Spilling it onto the paper

My emotions

My thoughts

Painted with blood

Once I start

There is no stopping

I bleed

Begging for someone

Maybe I lost it one day.

Maybe I was tired of taking it.

I was put in a horrible

Toxic

Situation with horrible

Toxic 

People.

There is no out.

I have no choice but to survive the year.

addressed to everyone i call my friend

I want you so badly it feels like my heart will crawl out of my ribcage and run to you. 

the more I attempt to resist, the stronger it pushes -

until all my ribs will crack in unison and it'll make the sound of your name

The foundation of the next generation

Begins with this population,

But we need the obligation of innovation

Because by my estimation

If there isn’t motivation