We're all infatuated by each other's words
We know not anything about each other
We write to ease our pain
We write to erase the memories
We write to feel the numb
We write our heart's desire
We write our soul's despair
We write our mind's thoughts
We write to feel like we belong
When you write, you don't know whether someone will like it or hate it
But you write because what other way is their to life?
When we write its to quench our thirsty souls
When we write its to ease the burden of our shoulders
When we write its to let our heart be heard
But don't you see?
We are a sea of people
But admit it, darling
We're all a little lonely
We're all looking for that perfect poem that describes the situation right
That sets the soul at peace
I don't consider myself a poet
And I'm sure most of y'all don't
I write to fill the empty void of loneliness.

The sad girl has control,
Her breathing, her eating,
The sad girl maintains control.

The sad girl does not have control,
Her breathing, her eating,
The sad girl loses control.

The sad girl counts to 500.
Seconds, calories.
The sad girl does not gain control.

The sad girl hates herself.

The sad girl becomes the mad girl.
The mad girl burns down the world.

There is smoke in the air
Buildings are tumbling down
Little girls getting *****
Men getting abused
People hanging themselves
"Can't you see the world is full of madness?
Yet you still choose to believe?"
It's easy,
When I die I will be forever happy floating amongst the clouds
Nothing but a pure innocent soul
But when you die you have nothing to look forward to
You don't believe in an after life
You question my faith
I question your lack of faith
You say, "What kind of a God will allow this?"
Missing your sweet loved one
He took your most precious love and you started to hate Him
The death of my uncle opened my heart to Him
You say you don't believe in a God that it is unthinkable
But when you fall who catches you?
My God does
Whether there is a God or not
I like to believe in something magical rather than nothing at all
I have to have a reason to hang on to
It's much like breathing
You can't see it but you can't live without it.

You have gone to another world
Nirvana some might say
Heaven some believe
Or maybe you became another person
You could just be a pile of dirt
But when I write about you
I smell beer and dirt
I taste your salty lips
I feel your soft curly hair
Even now I feel your rough hands all over me
I tremble with a longing
If only you wouldn't of gone
My darling, I'm trying to hang on
But I have no rope
I write to keep the memory of you alive
I write to hear your laughter
I write to see your toothy grin
I write to feel your body warmth lying next to me
But I know that when I stop writing
Your presence will leave
I will miss you
Farewell, until my next writing.