Let me introduce myself.
I am your worst nightmare.
Your biggest regret.
And the reason for your despair.

Let me introduce myself.
I am the sadness in your veins.
Your hidden secrets.
And the reason for your worst pain.

Let me introduce myself.
I am the heavyness in your heart.
Your broken dreams.
And the reason you feel so torn apart.

******* was he beautiful.
Everything about him was.
For him it came naturally.
He was flawless in everything he does.

******* was he smart.
He seemed to know everything.
Passing every test with an A.
Treated by all the teachers like a king

******* was he kind.
Treating everyone with pure love.
Knowing the struggles of life.
It's like he was an angel from above.

******* was he funny.
Knowing just how to make me smile.
The feeling was amazing.
Just laughing with him for awhile.

His parents loved him dearly.
Knowing they had the perfect son.
It helped him succeed.
While still making sure he had fun.

What a shame this boy seemed to lose himself.
What a sad story to tell.
Because behind that perfect smile.
He was caught in the deepest part of *hell.

I want you to glance at me when I pass by.
Notice me when I actually try.
I want you to hold my hand when we walk.
Notice how beautiful I am everytime we talk.
I want you to kiss me under the sun.
Notice me coming undone.
I want you to tell me you love me.
Notice how you're the only one I see.
I want you not to yell.
Notice me trying to escape this hell.
I want you to stay.
Notice how every **** night I pray.
I want you to come back.
Notice me trying to so hard to back track.
I want you to love me again.
Notice how I can't let this be the end

Maybe that was my number one mistake.
Not noticing the steps that I always take.

They lead to my downfall every ******* time.
Breaking my heart, to you, obviously is not a crime.

It's 1 a.m. and I'm tired.
I've been up since 3 a.m. the pervious day.
I want to sleep in the warmth of my bed.
No, this couch isn't okay.

It's 2 a.m. and he called me.
Asking if I wanted to go to his house.
I agreed with slight hesitation.
Little did I know he'd tear open my blouse.

Its 3 a.m. and I just wanted a place to sleep.
I can't live like this anymore.
I'm so far gone to notice.
That the pain has reached my core.

It's 4 a.m. and the drugs kick in.
I can feel it in my bloodstream.
The realization finally hits me tonight.
That maybe this is all just a dream.

It's 5 a.m. and I don't know where I am.
My life is soon coming to an end.
"Goodbye mom, I'll miss you."
Is the last text I'll ever send.

Its getting blurry.
My heart slows down.
Finally, darkness.
Sleeping, safe and sound.

Maybe I'm meant to be a wallflower,
Watching others grow.
Lurking in their shawdows,
Constantly keeping low.

Maybe I'm meant to be a wallflower,
Plucking my petals one by one.
Praying that maybe I'll be picked,
Cause I have never seen the sun.

Maybe I'm meant to be a wallflower,
It's my destiny to be alone,
I think that by now its obvious,
My future is set in stone.

Maybe I'm meant to be a wallflower,
The shyest of them all.
I know that I will never branch out,
I am meant to stay this small.

Wallflowers can be beautiful,
That I know is true.
And I don't mind being a wallflower,
Because I kind of like the veiw.

I guess I'll never understand some poems...
I have never felt their pain.
And when it comes to the idea of love...
Well, some people are purely insane.

I guess I'll never truely know...
I have never walked in their shoes.
And when it comes to sadness...
Well, I rarely sing the blues.