"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask and he will tell the truth."

Lindsey. 20. I'm just trying to be happy.

demon(s) in Hell


I hate being close to your family
Because even though you are
No longer living there
I feel your presence
Sleeping in your old room.
And even though it’s changed
A lot like you have
It makes me want to weep.
It doesn’t even
Smell like you anymore
But I catch myself
Breathing deep
Trying to latch on to
Pieces of you
I don’t have.
And I am reduced to
Lying in your bed
Writing shitty poetry
About how I wish
You were here too.

I wake up
at four in the morning
and taste smoke
in the back of my throat.

I swear to god,
you’re still burning
somewhere inside me.