You're all that I have
so,
excuse me if I'm a little mad,
I just don't want you to continue to be sad and
continue to let yourself get hurt so bad,
you already have so many indents still left in you
yet you still pursue actions that will only hurt you,
I've warned you yet you've scorned me.
You don't have to worry about me because I've
already been scorched by the flames too many times,
now what's left of me is I just don't care,
I'm strong,
but you're a fragile being that can easily be snapped still,
You're delicate,
Don't worry though, no matter how many times
you repeat this error or if they are new,
I'll be your personal healer forever and
Stitch up that frail heart,mind, and body of yours.
*Cover me with your wounds

A hidden darkness,
it comes and it goes.
I wonder when it will decide to stay?

"You can't trust anyone."
I'm sure everyone's heard this before well, it's true.
Everyone in this world is so self-starving and selfish,
us humans are a creature more foul than any actual animal,
we are all majestic creatures awaiting patiently to slice our
teeth into one another, into our prey.
Animals **** their prey instantly instead of making
their victim's suffer,
we slowly destroy ours to the point they no longer feel sane.
Some of us are very strong minded, but even the strong minded
ones can be shattered to the point we are considered unfriendly,
we simply protect ourselves so,
we wont have to endure an endless eternal feeding,
A feeding of the hominids.

I don't know much about Jellyfish, but I do know of a girls biggest wish is to become one of those fish and
oh, she would fit.
The female Jelly of a rare species, one of the most beautiful, divine finds.
A very rare kind, that would ever so shine, there's only one of it's kind,
it leaves me so blind.
The gentle Jelly so breathtaking that it takes away all of my oxygen,
The Jelly's, heart breaking.
She's so damaged, she's dead on the inside with many different strings
loosely draping among with her, it's a representation of all of her past,
so terrible, I wonder if I could  fix that?
I don't know if there's a Jellyfish that continuously changes colors in a glowing manner,
but she would.
This is why this Jellyfish would be the rarest.
This Jellyfish would glow colors of Yellow,Purple,Gray,Black,Blue, and Red.
The yellow would be her happiness, though it may be the rarest of her colors.
Purple, would be her scars.
Black, is her hidden irrationality that I wont ever let her drown in, in her wonderful blue lit sea.
Gray, would portray something like the clouds on a rainy day, something that keeps her happiness hidden.
Blue, a very sad colored blue that would be the color of her tears that I try to wipe and keep away, this blue is more distinct than
the color of the waters she lives in because it represents only her pain and only comes out of her.
Red, would represent her recent scarring's, a recent ****** wound that has just been cut or even a wound that will not disappear.
The Jellyfish being through all that she has been through still continues to float among the sea,
a weak, but also a strong Jellyfish as my bubbles keep her afloat, I wont ever let the waves engulf her.
The persistent sea critter drifts delicately reminiscing, but not forgetting.

You glisten,
so listen to what I have to tell you.
In a crowd of many people so bland, trying to fit in, you,
you're different.
The crowd that mumbles sweet nothings of importance
that I pay no attention to, someone that glimmers and
shimmers in such a fraud world, but you,
you're unique
someone that no one would pay attention to
because of their blind world sculpted by others and
not themselves,
they've missed their opportunity on the most beautiful
discovery because they're too busy trying to fit in.
With a world darkened in such a cruel way, wont you light up
my life forever for I,
I could watch you forever, listen to your problems whenever
because you are my treasure so, just do whatever.
I just want you to stay my unique and shiny
diamond forever.

This computer screen that glares so brightly
as my sleepless self stares within it endlessly,
the repetition of this that once was my everything
is now growing old and withering away
just like my life is.
hoping, just hoping
One day my lifeless and useless self will someday have an
eventful life,
*a reason to live.