People always ask me:
What do you want to be
when you grow up?
I reply:
A boss.
People already say,
I'm bossy as hell
and maybe that's why,
I get called a *****,
but I wear that crown:
like a ******* queen.

Hope is an imaginary pile of *******.

I feel alone
like I have
no place
to call mine.
I do not
belong.
Everywhere
I go,
there are
familiar faces
with unknowing
smiles and
lying lips.
I am just
a walking figure,
no one notices me.
I am so alone
in a sea full
of people.
I am stuck
in my own head
wishing to escape
but no one notices.
I scream into
the abyss
hoping someone
will hear
but I am
lonely.
Slowly sinking
into a mass of
depression and
heartbreak.

I deserve
every ounce
of torture
inflicted
upon me.

There are some
moments
in life
that will
stay with us
forever,
that will
never cease
to evaporate
from our
memories
and I knew
when I locked
eyes with him
my hand resting
in his that I would
never forget
his ocean blue
eyes which I
drowned in
only to resurface
struck with
forbidden feelings
of love and
infatuation
I will never
forget him.

I hate feeling
I wish I could turn it off
Emotions will ****
Flooding in
Unwelcoming
But persistent.
I really wish
I was stone and
cold hearted
as they claim
I am.

I have spent
far too much
time alone.
My thoughts
are creeping in
my everyday
routine.
How can I
silence them?
pretend like they
aren't mine.