Eyes drooping due to lack of sleep,
sad songs in your ears that make you weep
You thought socializing brought contentment
but you are filled with so much resentment.
Why can't you be with the friends in those tales
Instead you're all alone, with a heart that wails
Silently in the night, it's no different than morning
Every regret is another warning

She looked so sweet but she had black eyes
That charming little smile was surprisingly sly
An innocent act she continued to play
There was never a rumor, for there was nothing to say
She constantly, craftily, stole the upper hand
Guilefully cunning, appearing offhand
Triumphant she was when her deception succeeded
Prancing away from the hate that she seeded
Her friends were like puppets, their fate she controlled
A friend to no end, when she spoke she cajoled
She listened wide-eyed, and blinked in surprise
She was begged to help, and begged to chastise
So she fixed the stories in her own way
Discarding the remnants, displayed to decay
Contented and sprightly she talked very lightly
So sweetly and sightly she left ever brightly.

And now you know of the girl with black eyes
With that charming smile that's ever so sly
So don't be fooled by her false disposition
Otherwise, you will find
                                      yourself
                                                in a most
                                                            unfortunate
                                                                           position.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live a life very different from my own. Sometimes I wonder how I would react to certain situations that would never occur to me. Sometimes I wonder how people think, and if thinking a lot makes them sad or happy. Sometimes I wish I didn't think, and it's all very strange and very frightening because I'm not sure if anyone could understand. Sometimes I am just so tired that I wish I could sleep and sleep, then wake up and look at the snow outside. But when I wish for snow I get sunshine. When I wish for sunshine I get rain. And then I wonder why I wish for certain things and it makes me doubt everything I've ever thought. Sometimes I just don't know. Anything. And it can make you so frustrated that you feel like you're flickering away.

secrets, so many secrets
things you'll never guess
secrets so secret, I dare not confess.

secrets that pull me
far down to the ground,
secrets that take me
away to be drowned.

these secrets, so secret
are such a heavy burden
I'm choking, suffocating,
inside my custom prison

as much as I wish, these secrets
must never be spilled
or else how could I feel
anything but killed

how could I tell you
that I'm too afraid to eat
how can I tell you
when I can hardly speak

what will you think
when you know that I self harm
what will you do?
simply stare at my arms

I don't deserve your help, I confess
it is I and only I who is a part of this mess
go, you are free from troubles
enjoy now or it won't last
enjoy it now so in your future
you
will
have
a
fond
past.

the three of us got in your car
you let me sit shotgun
which made me sort of happy
though i can't really say why

you drove while we rode
and you didn't have your seat belt on
"it's stupid rebellious things like that,"
I had said,
"that will end up getting you pulled over"

you told me to shut up
or you'd make me get out of the car
and so i smirked
because only I could ever make
a reaction like that happen
so I simply said "No"

and this time you seemed to smirk
and so you continued
to argue with me
you tried to keep up
but my skill was superior
and I told you that myself

you ignored me
naturally
and we violently conversed
even when the car had stopped
it was time for us to get out,
and for him to stay
but my legs refused to move me

after you had left
I asked of my friend
"what just happened back there?"
and she smirked.

"Flirting, my dear," was all she had to say.

you don't really know someone
till you've been where they've gone
have known what they've done
and know what they're gonna do

you don't really know someone
till you've read what they've read
seen what they've wrote
and know what they're gonna write about

you don't really know someone
till you live how they live
dream what they dream
and know what they're gonna dream about

you don't really know someone
till they realize you've done all of that for them.
and maybe when they do
they will
know you
better, too