as into a crystal ball,
but I cannot find forever,
only movies of yesterday,
a sketchbook of today,
dreams of a shared tomorrow.
His eyes whisper secrets.
But are they truths or fairytales?” —(via hertaintedmind)
Where was god when he hung himself
What use were the empty prayers when he suffocated himself inside the car
What was the good lord doing when his parents found his body
How holy were the church walls when his blood covered them.
Explain to me how he lets my classmates kill themselves. Time after time after time.
Tell me what’s the point of being loved by a god when you can’t even love yourself?