A bad relationship is a lot like burning your tongue.
Food is delicious, and it's best when it's hot, of course.
You dive on in and devour it.
It only hurts a little bit, and it stills tastes good.
The next morning, with a blistered tongue, you just ask yourself;
"Ouch....was it really worth it?"
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
She wasn't pretty.
She wasn't hot.
She wasn't ****
She wasn't cute.
She was beautiful.
She was breathtaking in a way only comparable to
A beautiful, unique snowflake.
Or the way the ice freezes in beautiful patterns on a bus window.
She was stunningly, gorgeously, heart-stopping-ly ******* beautiful,
And I loved that girl.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 7:23 AM UTC
High school was supposed to be about spin the bottle,
Not getting the spins.
Cutting ties with old friends became cutting yourself.
Skipping class became skipping breakfast...and then lunch...and then dinner.
Pep rallies should've been called Pill Rallies, because that's all I ever saw.
Unexcused absence is called an U.A. Enough U.A's and you have to watch some P.S.A's. P.S.A's lead to T.H.C. T.H.C. leads to L.S.D. L.S.D -> O.U.I.
O.U.I. C.P.R. D.O.A...
R.I.P.
Growing up on movies and shows depicting high school as a safe, secure, friendly establishment of education had established the foundation and tarnished it's reputation.
The final stretch, as graduation nears, I need to face graduating fears, but i'm gradually building up tears;
I don't wanna leave. I don't want to face the hellish world without the kids I grew up with, the kids I ****** up with.
But I can't stay here. I can't face the hellish school with those ******** I grew up around, the ones who ****** me up now.
When asked about my future, I respond in true high school fashion;
*** idk, lol"
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
I went from a top ten student with A's all around
To a barely B- GPA.
I go to school with sadness and a frown
Every single Gold Day.
I hate the fact that I took your class,
A mistake I'll never forget.
It's college prep sophomore biology,
Not your ******* dictatorship.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 8:40 AM UTC
Where can you even summon the audacity
To tell me that lately you have been mad at me
For building up a little bit of self worth in my head
Am I wrong for no longer wishing I was dead?
"I miss the way you used to act,
So nice, I want the old you back"
The old me? That self hating *******
Who only was happy on his *** ****** or plastered?
You don't know what it's like, you **** fool
You've never been afraid of the judgement at school
You've never been called ****** ****** or four eyes
You've never thought of a compliment as more lies
You have no idea how the **** I felt
I beat myself, left bruises, welts
It was middle school, when I found out new ways
Of popping pills in class to get through the days
Well I guess now, sure, i'm popular enough
But I still have that sickening feeling in my guts
The reminder, I was that fat kid that everyone bullied,
Don't ever judge me, you don't ******* know me.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
How **** rough can society get?
I know a beautiful girl who takes a blade to her wrist,
She’s 105 pounds, and thinks her stomach is fat,
Exactly what can make her think that?
Hunger pains linger every time she goes to sleep,
Because at night, bulimia is telling her “don’t eat!”
But that’s fine, right? I mean, models do it too,
And everybody wants to look like they do, true?
I don’t think so, trying to explain it is useless,
This fella thinks model behavior is hella stupid,
It really bothers me that people listen to the media,
People, need to stop eating what they’re feeding ya’,
You don’t need your ribs sticking out to be attractive,
And preteen girls don’t need to be sexually active,
I’m so done, sitting here, hoping we can turn the page,
Call me John Mayer, because I’m waiting on the world to change.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
I live for nights like this,
When nothing matters
Except the rain that parades the ancient metal roof,
Like nature's metronome, and it's begging.
It's begging me to bring out my mildly neglected Gibson
And unroot a pick from atop my dresser.
My fingers can taste rust on the strings,
And I like it.
I live for nights like this,
When I sit in my room and play lofty minor chords
To my audience of no one.
I love the scratchy pain in my throat
After I sing for hours about absolutely nothing.
The stereotypical teenage guitar player,
Not doing their homework, not doing anything
Besides putting their heart into 16 bars.
I live for nights like this.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
Sometimes, I really cannot comprehend
Why english teachers require, again and again,
Their students to look for these deep hidden meaning,
"The sun was yellow." "The author meant it was gleaming,
Like the life of spot the dog, bright and happy,"
Save your teaching Miss, it's ******
I know it's a difficult concept...well, no.
The color of the sun is just ******* yellow.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 8:20 AM UTC
Flowers rise in May of each year,
The colors so vibrant and new,
Exquisite ways to say Spring is here,
But none of the flowers are as pretty as you.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
She wishes for different colored eyes,
"Blue's just overrated"
She wishes for thinner thighs,
Her legs leave her aggravated,
"My stomach is so gigantic"
She says while halfway frowning,
"My butt's just too titanic"
In low self esteem she's drowning,
Compliments a'plenty,
I try to prove her wrong,
I love her more than any-
thing, that's why I wrote this song,
I say you're beautiful,
Everyday I make sure to,
But your mirror and your mind,
They're playing tricks on you,
You're so **** perfect,
Yet you live life without
Thinking you're worth it,
I admit, it freaks me out
When your insecurities,
Keep bad thoughts afloat,
But the cure to me,
Might be in this song I wrote
I say it's gonna be okay,
Everyday I make sure to,
But your mirror and your mind
Are playing tricks on you.
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC