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 knees, I’m in a neal. It was all becoming real.

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 makes mistakes.

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 wrecked it all, now i’m alone. i wonder if you miss me too, i wonder if you’re also blue. i wonder if you wonder if i also think of you. i do.

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. I hate the thought of her flirting and touching you like i can. He better not let me go through this again. If she touches him anymore i might kill her and her little friends.. So god protect that flirty bitch, amen.

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 her parents adopted Mary. Best in all of her classes, and popular at school, Mary had anything and everything Jane could ever dream of. In terms of looks, Jane wasn't hideous, she just didn't consider herself as pretty as her older sister. The problem was that Jane wished to be an only child, and she knew that if her parents waited one more month and found out Jane’s mom was pregnant before they adopted Mary, then maybe Jane would be an only child. Mornings were always chaotic for them, Jane hogging up the bathroom so that Mary couldn't have time to shower before school, she’d hoped that Mary would go to school smelly and no one would want to talk to her again. Before first grade, Jane did not quarrel with Mary, it wasn't until the beginning of second grade that Jane had a crush on a boy, a boy who she soon found out had a crush on her sister Mary. School and home life sucked for both of them after that, Jane made hell for Mary, and Mary never knew what she did wrong.

Not a spell but I think it's funny haha

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 attacked, by all the buzzing bees.

The forest will stay secure, for the wilderness protects it. The trees will show you around if your heart is pure. It is the most beautiful when it is moonlit.

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 will never forget it.