It’s hard to be different when you told me not to be like everyone else.
And now I look at you as you say these words,
your head in a cloud of smoke along with everyone else.

I miss you, back when you were still young and innocent.
Your beautiful crooked white teeth are turning yellow,
your face is thinner, and you look older.
Is this part of growing up?
I would give anything to go back a few months.
Now I sit alone in the place where we laughed together every day.
Would things be any different if I was like you?
The habit I once thought was funny, I can’t stop doing now,
because it reminds me of you.
Please don’t turn your back on me.
If this is the only thing I can do to make you like me,
then I’ll never stop.

I am tangled to you with the fragile strings of trust that have been ripped too many times,
and still,
you are slowly tearing them appart without knowing it.

i know i hurt you,
im sorry,
dont worry,
i will hurt myself more.

She was a loud child,  
Always laughing, squealing, and running around.  
She loved to talk,  
She loved life.  
Then puberty came,  
And her constant smile slowly began to fade.  
She wanted to be heard,  
But no one paid her any attention.  
She stopped talking,  
She stopped laughing.  
Now, she doesn’t love life anymore.  
And everyone still ignores her.

"Clean your room!"  
Oh, Mum, I wish you knew that my room isn't the only thing I can't keep clean.