Cheers to us
The sad and lonely
Drinking beers
At a truck stop
Cheers to us
The broke and broken
Shooting white powder
Into our veins
Cheers to us*
The sick and disturbed
Cutting our bodies open
To find liquid rubies
That makes the pain
Stop.
-CsR

I'm never gonna be
As popular as you
As talented as you
And pretty as you

I've already
Acknowledged that
Accepted that

But that doesn't mean
It still doesn't hurt
That I'm not any less jealous

I'm just gonna roll with it
And try to be me

Whether people like that or not

I hate it when people say they’ve been down the same road
Because they haven’t
Or maybe they have
But not in the same light
Not at the same time
Not as I traveled down that road did anyone accompany me.
I was alone.
No one knows how I saw it how it felt.
You’ve gone done that road during dusk.
Dusk. When all of the secrets slowly start to creep out.
I went at midnight. All of those secrets wide awake. Haunting and taunting.
Eating me alive.
She went at dawn.
Dawn. As the mask starts to come out, but the secrets have yet to disappear completely.
He went at noon.  The mask was now out. But there are cracks. Imperfections.
Places that not even the mask can hide away the secrets.
We all are so eager to tell one another about “that road”.
We’ve all “been down that road”, and want to tell our story.
But we mustn’t. Because there are people out there who need us more than we need ourselves.
People who have nothing and no one. Not a soul, a breath, a sliver of hope.
So yes.
We’ve all been down that road.
But that road wasn’t the same for any of us.
And it never will be.
-CsR

You're a good liar.
Really you are.
You act like you care,
Like I am actually important to you,
But there are flaws in your pathetic calumny.
I can see the way you watch other girls,
The way you want them.
I can hear the slander you tell your friends,
The way you degrade me to impress them.
I can smell the alcohol on your breath,
The perfume of the great time you had without me.
I can feel your hands slipping from my waist,
And up the bottom of her shirt.
I can taste someone else's cherry lip balm,
The deceitful words you've repeated to a hundred girls before me.
But you insist it's all stupid rumors.
You claim they're all lies and slander.
But I know.
I've always known.
And I'm done.
-CsR