Your soul has been ******
it's been through hell and back
Now your something new
now you can drink the brews
You can eat the boys hearts out
You can tell the girls how ugly they taste
You do it for the fun of it
The rotting of your teeth
the shaking of your body
the bleeding of your heart
Are you ready to fall apart?
you can't talk anymore
you can't move anymore
your hopeless now
He takes you to the stars
He sees your eyes are cleared out
He laughs
you cry
He can't even try
You yell until your lungs are shriveled
He throws you out
Your body and mind are spinning into space until your last breath
You die alone

when I was 14 my life was nice
when I was 15 I cried all the time
while I'm 16 I'm giving it my all
when I turn 17 I'll shine the sun back
when I'm 18 I'll be



everything I want to be. Everything I haven't experienced. Everything the world hasn't given to me; good or bad.
18 and above it's on. I'm ready. (careless how young the age.)

I felt as although, I was a pair of glasses and my parents were the destroyers.

They threw it straight down into the wooden floor. They broke into some little pieces. And then they stepped on them and crushed it into impossible shreds. Now those little tiny specs of glass hurt when you touch them. So everyone leaves it alone and walks over it. They're useless and annoying so you throw them away. Then they sit in the garbage. They sit in the darkness, waiting...
One year later someone finds one piece. The someone is interested in it. They adore the crooked and messed up-ness of it. Its not too long that that someone doesn't like it anymore. They figure out its just a piece of trash too. That theirs other neater prettier pieces, so the someone abandoned its.
So now. I will never be able to see. I won't see the real-ness of everything.
I'm done for. Just a piece of mess that sits in the garbage.

I'm so tired sad and confused
Lost hurt and forgotten in this place
Want to know what I do to feel something
I usually lay on either side of my body
I go into deep thought about everything: how I have no one, how I am a no one, ect. , and it doesn't even take me long to think it through cause I know its the truth.
Then I get so depressed I tear up.
And this ladies and gentlemen, is it.
One satisfying lovely heartbroken tear comes out my eyeball and is slowly making it way to my pillow or even into my deep collarbone. If it goes to my pillow then its just one in a million sitting in it. But I usually like it in my collarbone, well because this the part I told you about. I feel something there. Something or someone is near me. Resting on my cold, cold, bones.