Blue-eyed girl,
Your eyes stare into mine
With such fierce love
That I have to look away

Blue-eyed girl,
You infuriate me so often
But teach me so many lessons
That I love you just the same

Blue-eyed girl,
You said you’re love is eternal
You asked me if my love was...
Of course it is, silly!!!!!!

Blue-eyed girl,
Don’t leave me
Because then I could never stare into
Your deep blue eyes
Ever again

And that would bring me down
Harder than you alone, ever could

I’m bored
I’m bored
I’m bored
I’m bored

Oh
By the way
Did I mention
I’m bored?

Cliches and traditions
Pressure heavy
Outcasted if you don’t
Participate

But oh! Why me!
Me and my
Tired.
Bored.
Soul.

I’m bored
     I’m bored
          Im bored
               I’m bored

Help me
     Pressures
          Weighing
                  Heavy

All the
     Cliches
          Traditions
               Expectations

Bearing down,
     Bearing down,

               Down

                    Down

                         Down

Do this!
     Do that!
          Think this!
               Think that!

Ugh!
     I’m so tired
          Of all you people
               Dictating my life

Just let
  Please let
            Me be
                    Me

And still:
     After all
            Of that
                Deep thinking

I’m
    Still
        Bored.

I’m mad
And I don’t know why
I’m confused
And I don’t know why
I want to **** someone

And I don’t
Know
Why

I SHOUT FOR NO REASON
And I don’t know why
I BLAME YOU FOR NO REASON
And I don’t know why
I POINT OUT YOUR BAD HABITS

And I don’t
Know
Why

I ignore your texts
And I don’t know why
I make you feel like ****
And I don’t know why
I punish myself

...

And I do know why.

...

I punish myself
Because
I
Deserve
It

And I
Know
Why

I am getting tired
Everyone wears me out
They flip my pages without a care in the world!
Oh, how I want to shout!

My cover is faded
My words are worn
My colors are black, and gray, and white
And most of my pages are torn

All the dog-eared pages are creasing
Some of my pages feel shoved
But even I have to admit,
That I am a book well loved.

How
Am I supposed to tell you
I’m okay
When I’m not?

I don’t want
Your sympathy
It just makes me
Feel worse

The hole
That I fall into
Takes me
Into oblivion
d
   e
     e
       p
         e
           r

a
   n
     d

d
  e
      e
         p
            e
               r

Tears
Streak down
My blotchy
Ugly
Face

Can anybody
Ever
Help
Me?

The light fades
I see my feet
In a pixelated world
Where I can’t be beat

Wake up, get up, lots to do!
Gotta go mine a tree
Climb down the ladder in the hand made tree house
I’m on the ground, I’m free!

I see my friend emerge from her house
She lives on the ground
With lilac hair and a purple dress,
She’s the perfect friend

Finally, I’m done with all my day’s long work
In the furnace I put my coal.
And there you have it, people,
The life of a Minecraft soul

White, white snowflakes
Framed against
A black, black sky

A light, light flurry
Coming down
Of special, special surprises

The cold, cold taste
Of them
As you catch them on your tongue

Feels
   Like
       Bliss