You wouldn't care you wouldn't give a damn if I died If I died today you'd forget about me in less than a year, besides the Snippets of things that make you remember me. I am a fleeting thing of your past and I know you will never remember me For who I was but for what I've done And whether it be ginormous or Nothing All of you will forget about me and I don't know if I care Because I would be dead. Either in the ground or in a vase above someone's head It doesn't matter not to me Anymore. I was never meant for this world I was never meant for more But please don't call the police Don't call the hospital because they can't help me because I will always have 5 minutes to drink some alcohol. I don't care how you see this poem. I don't care if you think it's a cry for help. I'll tell you right here what this poem is this is what I tell myself. No hidden meaning, No righteous, or just. This is just the thoughts that plague me like a mouse.
Flying is a privilege every bird takes advantage of until your wing is snapped and you cannot reach up high above it's painful yes but every one eventually Falls because no matter what we do we follow Newton's Law and for some reason we cannot think for ourselves it comes at a price and it gives you hell. I want to be free as I swing on a swing but then I sway and swing back down I feel the gravity hit me as I break my crown. But it's not over for me I still know how to fly you can look at me and you'll know why. I haven't given up I haven't breathed my last breath so please come with me as we rise and wait for the rest.
I wasn't going to live that long anyway. My future is not mine if your thinking for my everyline. I want to be happy but I'm honestly hoping to die. The sun in the sky couldn't care why, so why should I try to fly. My future is not mine. Is this the answer you wanted when you asked about my future or is thus the thing you feard when you brought me here. I would apologize but I'm not sorry. I wish I was sorry but I'd be lying to you and you know how much I'd hate that too. Can't I just lay here awhile, keep my smile, and just live the life that is mine. I won't talk much if that will keep your smile on. Not that you need me, too just spent a lot of money on me. Sorry. I just want to float in my dark abis where all I can think about is this. "Here lies the girl who wanted more for everyone but less for herself. She was beautiful but God was her laugh ugly and I hope that a God gives her, her wings because we all know how much she wanted to fly. How sad am I."
The flowers in my hair Make me appreciate the smells that sting my nose. Although they could be unpleasant At least I'd love my smell, my pleasant aroma, as it circles around me. A loving embrace from the flower bed gives me a place to stay With life comes the death of something to bring life to what once was. If I have to die to make the flowers bloom, then may my death spring forth the most interesting, beautiful, and strange flowers. Like a Love-in-the-Mist that would spread as pollen in in wind. For everything and everyone has an end and a beginning in the flower bed.
Being perfect, Is one of the fakest Things you could do because There's NO way that could be you.
When life is the ups and downs, there's no way of turning it around. Every day is another mystery to me and I know you said you want to be 'perfect' but please listen to me.
Every little mistake and every little line, you said it eats you up inside. But why? I love those things about you! The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you'd scrunch your nose and tell me something your not.
Your NOT perfect. I do t need you too be. I just need you to be mine and I'll be yours, if you'll just say, "I want you to grow old with me as we rot away under a swaying tree. Only if you'll do it with me?"
I am not a reflection of myself, I am a parallel of time itself. Never once, did I think I could be my own person but, nevertheless I kept on going to see who I am impersonating. To see who lies within me whether or not I am a mirror of myself or a mirror of the man who left me for himself but I am also not the woman who gave birth to me because I know I cannot see from her green eyes that pierce right through me, Like shards of glass I am left on my ass and I am trying to be who she wants me to be but I look like the the man who has left me. I want to be myself but I have no idea who I look like or what I look like, as they say a butterfly cannot see the beauty of its wings And people are the same we cannot see our own Beauty. But I know I am ugly, and I know who I remind people of. I am the thing that mirrors yourself, and everyone knows you're not supposed to love yourself.
you're supposed to cry, sweat, and bleed for the person you want to be. But what have I done? I believe I've done nothing. I've been an empty husk waiting to be filled by The beings who created me. What a life I have yet to lead.
You broke me You broke me into a million pieces and watched as I shattered upon the floor You held my heart in your hand and you made my life no more To say I trusted you would be an understatement In a million years In a trillion dreams I never thought that you'd do this to me.
After everything we've been through after everything we've seen I thought I meant more to you but I see that you were Just being mean. I know now I will never trust you, I would never let you in my life again. And yet after everything that we've been through and after everything we've seen I can still feel my heart being poked at it's seems.
What will you do now that everything is thwarted? Will you leave town will you leave me discarded? As much as I don't want to see you I'd still feel you around me like I'm trapped in your arms. I'm bringing an army to strike you down for what you've done you can beg for mercy but now it's time for me To have my fun. I bring you my Fury.
I never want to see you again, and yet here you are darkening my doorway even though you are small, I do not care if you think we could be friends all you ever cared about was my split ends. You don't want to be friends with me Cuz I would snap you in two, just like you said all your boyfriends would do, but I don't care about them and I don't care about you because you hurt me Ashley, So it's my turn to hurt you. You can pack your things, pack your uniform. You will not stay here, In my dorm.
