call her bones

By earth-to-ven

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constantly thinking about nothing but everything. tw. More

trich
wax lungs
rough day
her.
age
flower girl
too many unknowns
paper birds
words
still
personality
reality
flame
trapped
eyes
long rope hair
free?
broken boulevard of dreams
a room full of stars
out
illusions, thoughts and a bit of origami.
socialization
start writing your story
starting over
no inspiration
☹thank u☹
i thought
loud
puppet
i beg to differ
waves
dirt
heart.
flick of a candle flame.
war paint
staring contest
ashes
demon
identify
art on your wrist
wanting.
tables.
explosion
where i am from
hallucinate
glitter
may
droplets
ink drop
if the moon could taste my tears
force
delicate
his little girl.
trich
this place.
barbed wire
wanting
careless
waking up
recorder
the traveler
seasons
puff
greedy
redeem
half past noon
sleep
i need someone
gravity
killer
sleepy dreamer
little dove
strings
antidote
satisfy
push
the emotionless
touch
steady beat of a dead heart
father figure
but i won't tell
real
simple
the sleeping child
mood
dreaming
crown
loss
talk to the hand
4 lines of desperation
the truth hurts
rocks
diary
raindrop
cold hard truth
private life
puppeteer
one day
melatonin
melting
dirty windows
migraine
mirror
spill
flatline
insomnia
thunderstorm
wake up
paintbrush
old&new
corn in my ramen
earthquake
intruder
crash
attack
nostalgia
tie
drop
phobias
i feared the sun
let it go
hit
two roads
bugs
poison
definition
lightbulb
sharp
instinct
hot chocolate
shower
numb
lucid
trench
the first touch
ruby red
private eyes
fallen from grace
unwanted
soft
the first of february
rooftop
solstice suicide
you.
bridges
thrift
collection
flower bed
angel
wednesday nights
i never thought
surely
what do i know?
the calling
the sky cries
sleepy stars
graveyard
bite
sneak
the feeling
untitled-1
fall apart
move along
a n xie t y
stolen
i'm still in love with you
no one anymore
11:59:59
untitled-2
one year of missing you
molten
day of love
sunflower
hear me
lie
full course meal
recovery
stars
concrete
finale
seeds
untitled-3
teenager
what recovery feels like
our love
self hatred
jealousy
untitled-4
dissocciation
thunder
the pit
drift
untitled-5
the system
untitled-6
cotton candy
flutter
sour
happy tears

sane

72 9 0
By earth-to-ven

its pain
im not sane
im not okay
im fine im lying
crying bloody tears
in fear of you in fear of me
maybe one day you will finally see
me the way i am
you think i fucking can
deal with this?
i cant im suffering in my skin
they call me my birthname
but my name is ven
suicide took over my brain
now you realize im not sane.

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