your blood is the art of my soul; there is poems in the screams that we hear i am weak when i say you to be here. i want to break you in the good way just to creathe you again, want you to scream how i am edgy
be in the green lights make me soft and i destroy all i love. i paint the walls with my moans. 
Stars shine but are not Diamonds. the love is beautiful but its so paintful.
i like when it hurts its when i feel alive. i love when we fight, is when i love you more. 
im on my knees up the stairs  for you. stones ~esqueci a palavre at me, no
where are two souls that dont shut up, but i want you to understand when i fall

and its what i do
am i high and i love you pure and i want more....
so fuck my head, fuck me much more. so fuck me with all you got. 
fuck me. fuck me and much more. 
because flowers are to step on. codeine, flowers are to step on.

tears at 4am

20160315 song;; true feelings 

sorry about the micro

ácido sentimental

i think much in suicide and ma momma Works everyday, i not the son i should be. i think so much in drugs and ma dad is planning ma future, i want to kill everyone around me... 
everyday i do something wrong. break things... they have no idea...

ma parents are so naive and i cant stand it
i dont know how else fade away.... fade away
were being dissapointments, sweet illusions of the projects they had
were stuuuck in the feeling... to be enough to them see

i feel so empty, alone.... and they left
my doctor reject me! he left me.. 
i am addicted to coffee, waiting for the day i'll dissapear

i hate hurt them, i hate hide what i feel not to see them suuuuuffferrr!
my miiind went to a hole since the day i want to grow up
and i want to see
whaaat is the truth

itachi was better than me

We're.

camisetas como cobertor

idk how i stop being damaged
idk how i stop being in pain, baby
baby
everything is wrong about me
i have no
no colors to paint my skin
i have no love... neither for you, or the world, or anything
how i suppose to be your angel
if im not even friend of myself?
how i suppose to be special
if im not the first choice to myself?
quem der eu fosse infinito
e pudesse navegar nos mares
ir pra longe
onde não preciso ser algo
quem dera eu fosse parte do céu,
e dos brilhantes que flutuam alto
alto, sem ninguém
eu posso ser uma estrela linda
ou meteoro que acaba com a vida
eu posso estar muito mais perdido
mas sei que isso é questão de tempo
são parte das nuvens que passam,
passam, yea
quem dera fôssemos mais perto
e eu pudesse  te prender no grito
te mostrar que sou menos 
do que aparento
e se viver não fosse um sacrifício
eu podia ser melhor
me falta o compromisso
e se eu achasse que sou algo
eu podia entrar num sonho denso
sem me afundar no álcool, 
álcool

passam, passam

A existência de um poeta é o que ele escreve. 



charlietears