sometimes I don't like being a loner
but I guess its better than being a stoner
I am caught in mellow drama
kids these days hooked on marijuana
I will not smoke *** with you
but I will read you pride and prejudice
I like my books better than oxycontin
My Clarry and Jace more than your straight ***** and chase  
I like books more than people
reading is my choice drug
while yours starts bringing you down
on your addiction is frowned
mine is making me looked up to
yes I am a loner
my walls build from Stephen kings
my heads not clouded with weirs the ****
no I guess I am not a stoner
but fictional people are better than real ones
I wont **** for a too finger bag
but touch my paper back and ill have your ***

charity is not my thing
I am not much of a talker
I'll stand in the background
poetry hidden inside me
My breath carry the wish of dreams
my dreams the hops I carry
I am a dreamer without my peter pan
my Dan without a Phil
I hate everything about me
and love the things a faults me
I cant take criticism well
Words can hurt me
No I am not bold but I will speak my mind
and one day I will come true to time
but for now I will stay silent in the background
silence is the best thing I found
I believe in truth above pride
but I wont give myself time
I am self detrimental broken not ok
but I have dealt  so I will deal
I hold up but I fall
im complicated

sleeping pills and cyanide
suicide and you wonder why
compliments and ***** deeds
ropes that stop  the breathing
butterfly's and blue sky's
bleeding wrists and crying eyes
burning body's
and happy smiles
are all equals in the eyes of the devil
children dyeing people crying
a thousand angry voices raising
stop your crying, life is part of dyeing
we are all equal in the eyes of an angel
if I raise hell will you lower heaven
dance with the devil sing with an angel
suicide and cyanide
bitter ends don't wonder why

I spoke to the devil the other day
he said that people are all the same
he swore it wisent his fault that girls and boys sin
h asked why everything was blamed on him
I spoke to an angel last night
she looked at me as she cried
she spoke of God who she has never seen
She said the creation of man was obscene
the angel cried her brethren left her
is the devil wrong?
He was the only one who tried to make her feel better

Sometimes I want to care
but then I see you
and finally get that caring got me hear