I'm watching all these people disappear. The people who are left, know their time is near. No matter how much they scream, the music is all I hear. Some yell as they leave, but it's all a whisper to me. Some just quietly exit as they accept defeat. Why is it a defeat you ask? Well, when they walk in they will have to do the homework that's on their backs.

I have,
loved, but never acted.

I am
In love but can't move.

I will
still love her.
But this time,
I'll move the world.

It's hard to think of those eyes
covered by tears when you cry
It's hard to imagine these stories
of losing a loved piece of family

Big country brown or emerald green, you walk into a room with a smile shining. So happy, and you deserve to be. I can't imagine what would happen if you would show how you're feeling. Your family has a missing piece. It can never be filled and for that I'm sorry, but I'll be your shoulder to cry on when you need.

No matter what it's about. I've known you all my life and I'd love to help you now.

Who do these boys think they are? They're just little kids playing with bigger cars. I don't know what it is about girls with jocks. It's like they go after jerks, and are surprised that all they want is for you to jump on their.. Well... I know you aren't like them, but your track record with boys shows that they're bad boys. But look, it's not your fault. You trusted them and they used it to gain control of your walls. Once they were in they broke your heart. Then they open and close them like floodgates. When they leave, they leave them stronger. Now it's a little to late for you to trust anyone any longer.

The woman you "love" should be on a pedestal. She should be treated like a princess; Celestial. I haven't read your story, and that's true. But if you gave me the book to read, I would love to. Don't let my words sound offensive, when in fact they're meant to be candy. Sweater than a glass of green tea. Just like your personality.

I know the feeling of numbness. But a blade to the wrist or the waste is waste of paint when you could bleed red on a canvas. Now you don't have to a painter. My canvas is empty white notepad with paper. I know you can get through this depression, if not now then later. It's okay to fall down and see the grass on the other side be greener. Please don't quit now when your fall is just a fumble. You can recover. It's okay to feel like you're drowning in a little brown puddle. Even if you feel like you're further under. You just need a little help, that's all. Not some pills just a nice person to say, "Hello." Well, here's my hand, and I'll turn your sad blue to a nice bright yellow. Don't you see it? I've just wrote you a rainbow in one verse. Your canvas can be anything or anyone. Show your emotions while you're young. You can draw pictures, you can write songs. You can make music, or play it loud until dawn. Punk all day and country all night is what I do. You can join me if you want, but no matter what I support you.

I care about you, I truly do. Please don't let my fowl language, my bad humor and words distract you. So get your hair all soft and frizzy, be your own style. And I'll be here for you, with or without that wonderful smile.

Life is a game you play and not one you can win. You can't just lose your life and start all over again. You'll be gone, yes away from all the pain. But imagine a world where we all feel the same. It's not that hard to picture when that's reality. The truth is most of us know how you feel, even me. Yes we get that you hurt, and I know you seem hopeless. But if you just hold on it will get better, I know this. I've seen it happen, and even if it won't come for me. I'll hold on 'till all my bones break, cause that's who I am. That's me.

One of these days, this disease will take you over. You'll finally go from a drunken stupor to secluded sober. I don't know what I fear more, your elegant words of wisdom, or the lies I see between them. "I can stop anytime I like, but that is not today. Now how about you get on your bike and go the **** away." I hoped that you'd listen and I'd hoped you'd see exactly what your doing to this family. I wanted you to change you, not this disease. "Why won't you listen to me? Open up your eyes! Please!" You'll never catch on with your eyes closed. I know that these choices are your own, and I have seen the holes, so let me be a filler. I’m sorry, but if by now you haven't found a cure, open up your heart, I'll be your painkiller.

when people ask me if we like eachother
I reply back and say
"no we're just friends"
but I tend to think different because the other night:
when you were drunk,
you told me how you thought my laugh was perfect
and that whenever I do
it makes you smile
and how my smile lights up any room I walk into
when you were drunk,
you told me how you loved my eyes
and how they change from brown to green
you got mad at your friend who tried talking to me
and kept saying to him
"No she's mine"
People say that the truth comes out when you're drunk
I just wish you could say these things sober.
Whenever I bring up another boy,
you pretend like you don't care
but I can tell by the way your tone changes
and how you look at me like I've said the worst possible thing I could.
I don't think you realize
that if you said you wanted to be with me
I would drop anyone for you
but then I remember
"we're just friends"