Then I was nine. Choking, sobbing even, on the floor of a bedroom, that no one cared to open. Beating my legs till they're blue, no one else will notice the bruise. Or the broken skin in my palms. I mean who really checks hands? Shattering novelties of higher value than myself. I know I'd never get them new. Worth nothing to you like broken old things. But, here I am, nine again. All the scattered stuffies, freshly bathed in snot and salty tears. Must stay quiet, they don't k

My friends are all picking up music. I don't think I want to do this. And the guy I want? Well he doesn't seem to want me. I only wish they could see. I only want him. But he's still seeing all of them. He ain't even asking how I'm doing. I swear he's working all the time. Why does all this have to rhyme? My friends are picking up music. I don't want to do this. He says it's just to help. But, so am I. Yet, he's so very shy. I'm depressed. Yes. How can you not see? Baby, I on

Oh shy, little angel, Don't hide behind your bangs. Embrace your country roots. A voice rightfully deserved. Oh sweet, little angel. Let that smile shine through. Don't let them scuff your boots. And don't ever leave your hat. Oh forgetful, little angel. Do you remember my name? Or the black headband? Darling, what about quesadilla? Oh wonderful, little angel. Could you ever like me? That voice and smile. Your humor my dear. Oh shy, little angel. That sweet, little angel. Lit

The love we had is burning. Arson committed directly to my heart. Used to crave you, like I had a sweet tooth. But the cavity has turned to rot in my gums. There used to be love. The chance we had is burning. Visions of what could've been in the smoke. Flames hungry for the passion we had. They lick at the tears on my cheeks. A buffet for them splashing at my feet. The life we built is burning Crumbling like soft baked cookies. Ashes spreading quickly, picked up by the winds

Love me or hate me, I do not care. It won't matter soon, I'll be out of your hair. The world is dying, as am I. I knew you'd leave, everyone lies. Love me or hate me, I don't give a shit. It doesn't hurt anyway. I've learned to take a hit. Time won't stop passing by. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Keep me close, fade away, could even gloat, just take your pick. Love me or hate me, just leave me alone. I don't want to hear the phone. It's good to be alone.

Sometimes I wish you'd leave me alone. Disappear from my life the same way you showed up one day. Randomly. Unapologetically. Not a care in the world for where it would go. Sometimes I wish you'd go away. Take the lies, false promises, lack of effort... Take it all away and bury it. Let it become one with the earth, like I wish to be without you. Cause sometimes I wish you'd get lost. In the woods, in yourself, in someone else. Just get lost and don't respond to the missing p

Tearing apart myself, while their cries echo in my head. Let me out, let me out But I can't, stuck in a meat sack with no sense. Is this really in my head? They cry and fight, cry some more. Let me go. Trying to rip me apart like stale bread. I'm breaking down and crumbling. Fragile, flimsy meat sack. Let me out, let me out. I tried to ask who, but nothing was said. Release me, please. This feels much too real, am I jinxed or dead? I can't escape, can't move, can't see. Let m

The disconnect. At first a shallow trench, worming it's way through your bones. You see it, "I'll catch myself," you'll say. Till it burrows deeper, blasting through your rib cage. Your brain, a bomb, ready to go off, throwing grenades in trenches, sealing your fate. Just a disconnect. But time is no longer real, and you can't find your feet. "I'll catch myself," you said. Flailing through the battlefield, for anything to catch onto. Yet there's no longer a warzone, you don't

Now I can understand why. My eyes have opened wide. My parents deserted me and I am but a child. I wish I could say, what really made me this way. I had a choice, chose grow up. Now it's my time to pay. This blanket may be warm, but outside there is a storm. I am really scared. Please someone come home. One day that blanket tore. I know, I promised, I swore. My choice, grew up, I was stuck. Still not more than a child. This storms' inside my head. I thought this would help me

Oh darling, your secrets. Tell me all your secrets. You sweetheart, yes you. Let me be your personal diary. My darling, come here. Let me love you right. I know baby, it's not easy. Let me show you something better. You've heard it, a million times before. I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise. My darling, I'm here for you, and everything that comes with. Give me a dance. Just one, I'll show you you're worth it. Tell me baby, all your secrets. I know you're worth it.

Give me a reason. You’re the reason I have a weakness. Give me a reason. You’re the reason I have a soft spot. Give me a reason. That all you have is bad news. Give me a reason. As to why I “don’t care”. Because I care. Best believe. Yes, I care. Give me a reason. You don’t wanna spend that time on us. Give me reason. I know all the stories from your background. Give me a reason. Why we don’t speak at all. Give me a reason. We argue with are hands tied. Because I’m here. Best

I am full of warmth and affection. It's only our connection. It's only all for him. I wish, you could see yourself through my eyes, reflection. I am full of fondness. So much tenderness. All the love that I have for him, and it's not even kindness. I am full of ambition, with a vision, and such a passion for him. It's not just an illusion. I am full of curiosity. You'd think it an atrocity. But I'm just a bit wild. Ferocity. I am full of optimism. And a little heroism. Not a

I am full of lies. But no one sees it in my eyes. Lies as simple, as I am fine. I am full unwanted love. So I fly away like a dove. Things as simple, as unrequited love. I am full of colors. Something I can't see, colors. Everything is grey, but I dream of you in colors. I am full of unused application. Lacking any form of motivation. All I feel is shades of blue. Not even any, determination. I am full of useless philosophy. Nothing that I know, I need. Like how pi is 3.14159

What is infatuation? And... What is love? Well, being carried away, by an unreasonable amount of passion, well, that's infatuation. A big fat lie. And love is like, well. There's a bunch of emotions, and behaviors, and beliefs. A lot of strong feelings, like, well, uhm. People say they feel protected, and warm inside, but that they have to respect each other. So what if every relationship, in the entire world, was built on infatuation? What is love?

How do you miss the sight... glistening cheeks? world falling? glittery sleeves? curtain close? How do you miss the sound... silent scream? fatal falls? shattering hearts? curtain close? How do you miss the smell... having fun? being alive? painkillers? curtain close? How do you miss the taste... of hate? night terrors? another's lips? curtain close? How do you miss the feel... glass shards? of their body on yours? dripping on the floor? curtain close? Do you miss me... or my

I pray to God. To get me through this night. This night I'm stuck alone. I'm on my knees. I swear to God. I'm so drunk off his memory. Now I'm stuck in my head. I'm on my knees. I pray to God. I know what I lost. But I don't want them back. I'm on my knees. I swear to God. I want you. But you both left. I'm on my knees. I pray to God. On God, I pray. I'm begging please. I'm on my knees.

Pinky Promises, aren't just for friends. They're for lovers, and strangers, and bus mates, and enemies. Pinky Promises, are for strangers. When you promise, to be friends forever, be there when they need it, and call every night. Pinky Promises, are for bus mates. I solemnly swear to: always crack jokes, never leave you alone, and ship you with everyone else but me. Pinky Promises, are for enemies. A promise to hate each other, to always fight, and to never get along. Pinky P