I laugh, I cry, I feel.

Tell me, what is real?

I live, I hurt, I ache.

Tell me what is fake?

I don’t know all sorts of things;

Why do we have legs, but birds have wings?

How come we don’t know what the future brings?

What is death?

What is life?

How did I end up with this knife?

I’m lost and it stings.

Why do I ruin everything?

I think I’m going to break.

God I wish this all was fake.

Blood on my ...

help!

i’m lost.

i’m lost, again.

i need a hand

and i need real friends

have i lost my mind again?...

i want to ache, i want to cry.

i don’t want to live, i want to die.

i don’t want to feel, i don’t want to know.

i don’t want to love, i don’t want to grow.

i hate myself, i’m not okay.

why do i always make mistakes?

i don’t want to ache, i don’t want to cry.

i want to live, i don’t want to die.

i want to feel, i want to know.

i want to live, i want to grow.

i love myself, i’ll be okay.

everybody ...

things were good before.

he always held my hand, made me smile, made me laugh, everything was perfect now that i’m looking back.

he was always there for me, he almost never made me cry, and when i was upset he would always find out why.

i remember his hair, his hands, how it felt when he would hold me.

all i do is think about all the things he told me.

in your arms, i found my home.

but i wreck...

I've been through this before..

She's merely a friend and no more?

Oh boy, you haven’t a clue...

The things that she would do, if she were left alone with you.

She doesn't mask it well, but trust me I can tell.

She glances at you,

in the manner I do.

C'mon look closer, can't you catch it too?

The way her eyes brightened and beamed when she gazed at you..

I guess you can’t, you're just a man.

...

Our love is lethal.

Lethal like a bombs explosions.

Explosions, we blow everything out of proportion and you hurt me with out any apologies.

Apologies, I have given far too many.

Many times you’ve said you hate me, and then I feel I’m not enough for you.

You now beg for me back, but it is much too late.

Late enough that I have given up on everything including us....

Mary woke up every morning to do her hair and makeup, she loved eyeliner the most. Jane, Mary’s sister, hated Mary and how talented she was, she wished she could look like her. Is she jealous? Absolutely. The problem was, Mary wasn't her real sister, she was adopted because Jane’s parents didn't think they could have children so Jane was more of a miracle baby and she was born just 10 months after...

Every day seems the same.

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, lame.

Thursday, Friday, Saturday, then repeat again.

I close my eyes and count to ten.

Deep breath in, and exhale.

Check the mail.

Go to work,

Greet the clerk.

Take the med.

Go to bed.

Wake up.

Pet the pup.

Deep breath in, and exhale....

Colors burst and glisten,

in these enchanted woods.

The wind pleas me to listen,

in this forest filled with goods.

Sky so blue and radiant,

and clouds so bubblegum pink.

I am in love with this gradient.

The bunnies go in circles like they're at the skating rink.

Dew drops drip down off their leaves,

then to the ground, they fall with ease.

Running up the hill, here comes the thieves.

Only to be ...

My ears rang,

Lightheaded.

Into the car, we sprang.

To the hospital, I headed.

He called me, angry.

I was weeping and worried.

I do not want to die, frankly.

My mind ran, it hurried.

My heart was racing.

As I hallucinate, I'm bracing.

I lay there, trembling.

And my body was twitching.

My mom stayed with me all night.

She held my hand and she was in fright.

I scared her, and I regret it.

And I w...