I know it
I hate it
I embrace it
I regret it
I run away from it
I come back to it
I accept it
I choke on it
I break from it
I smile at it
I cry at it

just go away

I search restlessly for a way to make you see
see that its not okay
I'm not okay
please see that
please
I can't do this anymore
I just want to die
literally
I can't stand it
life is too much
stress
sadness
anxiety
I need help
your help
you

happy
sad
crazy
depressed
in love
i feel
everything
at once
this rush
is what
i love
and
hate

not bad enough
to be not good enough

desperate desperation despair
weak weaknesses weakening
breaking broke broken
I'm not asking you to understand

so one time i wrote this poem
it was like more then 20 lines long
and no one read it
haha
ha
yeah
good times

okay so *****,
fake tans and big butts,
getting it on in the craziest places,
disappointing looks on mom and dad's faces,
Boyfriend after boyfriend makes you feel so great,
on you, the rest of the girls start to hate,
you stole their man, but it makes you seem cool,
who cares how they feel? now you rule!
Master of that Gaping cavern,
that stretches to match your physical patterns,
How do you keep down that horrible stench,
wafting from multiple uses of your lady trench?
Is it pills, cream, or a deodorant spray,
that makes them keep asking for your legs to be splayed?
Oh no..you're starting to twitch
is it a rash that's making you itch?
no worries though, you caught them all before,
warts, zits, and diseases, from being a *****,
but was it really worth getting that teacher arrested?
I don't think that's the way an improvement in grades is requested.
and how about losing your so called best friend,
just because her boyfriend pounded your loose end?
I guess you can be proud of the service you made,
giving every single person a chance to get laid,
yes, which you provide is quite generous,
too bad your existence is cancerous.

Here's one thing
I'm having trouble
comprehending:

Why can't my
Story have a
Happier ending?

I disappear
down that
long
dark
tunnel

Run around
this
crawl under
that

no one will find me here.

I'm sick and tired
of not being able to enjoy
things that are special to me

I'm sick and tired
of feeling trapped
no matter what I choose

I'm sick and tired
of feeling like I
need to make that decision

I'm sick and tired
of being here
literally and figuratively

I'm sick and tired
of constantly needing
to get away from everyone

I'm sick and tired
of being quiet and
doing nothing about it

I'm sick and tired.

but I have not fallen
so you better watch out
this time I'm not afraid to run away

I've recently realized
I'm just writing for the views.

only few in the past couple days
came from real happiness and blues.

I guess I gotta wonder
why I care so much about all of yous.

My rhymes maybe be stupid
but these are the words I choose.

I will no longer even consider popularity
since all it does is abuse.

Bored boredom is boring
through my mind
And random thoughts are soaring
on a straight line
They're luring  
Ideas a million at a time

And its destroying
My chance at making
So I better start toying
around with faking
Before I sound annoying
And tell you that I'm breaking

I write things that are stupid
and she likes to disagree.

I think these rhymes are putrid
yet, they fill her up with glee.

There's something
in your smile

that leaves me lingering
for a long while

and as I start that
tiresome home bound mile

I can't help but remember
standing on your kitchen tile

And gazing upon
that smirk full of guile

all those familiar
feelings compiled.

Darling you left me
quite beguiled.

First of all you're a number one best friend
simply top notch.
(even if you try to constantly rub your ****
on my crotch)
Second, you've got the most posters on your wall
then there are leaves on the ground in fall.
and third, you are the best at doing your best,
you can totally tell you try harder then all the rest
that say the do

Hey there
my sweet baby sis,

I just wanna say sorry
if it felt like you missed,

out on a great celebration
of your special day,

it's not fair to any one
of us the way

things have been lately.

mommy's been shaky,
daddy yells irately,
Maddy changes daily,
and I haven't cared greatly.

But you can bet your happy little birthday cake,
you know the one we made together
with all your favorite candies,
that It will get better.
And I will always be here for you.

Ears to eyes and neck
lips on every speck
stopping now and then to check
is this real? oh what the heck
I give in to my freck-
-le flavored fantasy.

Let me kiss you like Holden kissed Jane.
Cause you never seem to feign
in making me blush
so just hush
before I turn to mush

I feel like writing
but there's nothing exciting
to tap onto my computer screen
it just sits there and gleams
back at me
mockingly
as if to remark
that there's no spark
in my heart
this time when
it comes to the pen
scrawling across the page
in neither love nor rage,
I just stare back at the page
ready to engage
but there's nothing inspiring
away from my creativity, I'm retiring.

Sitting here and I'm feeling
like all my skin is pealing
And I wish I could peal it, but I can't determine what's inside
so right now it's just easier to hide
in this hollow shell
of my own personal ******* hell

Sometimes
I cringe
at who
I am.
I step
outside myself
and gape
Because
why
am I so stupid?
and forgetful?
and fake?
and
how did
I become
so worthless?
the world
is better off
without me.

Nothing gets better
and then I **** it up
even more.
I deserve to
be alone
but I don't
want to be.

If I
could go
anywhere
I would
travel outside
my own skin
because
God knows
there's better
then the
trash I am
and the
garbage
I aspire
to be

You are very rude
And I don't appreciate your 'tude
So stop being a lame dude

As I lie here in the Grass
waiting for the days to pass
I get an idea that's quite crass:
How you dance with all that Sass
makes me want to grab your ***.

woof woof barks the dog as he plays in the yard
swish goes the large green fruit as it sails through the air
the dog stops barking
the melon, sailing
leaving a family in a state
of
MELLON COLLIE

sometimes it's easier
to not say anything.

sometimes it's easier
to fix all of your problems.

sometimes it's easier
to just get over it, let it slide off my back.

sometimes it's easier
to become numb to how i should feel.

Because I don't even know how to feel these days.

But in the end
I don't mind getting hurt,
if it means everyone else is happy.

it's just easier.

Love sick?
Tell me about it
you are a disease

And if you thought
finding a cure
was a breeze

you were wrong
because everything
you do is a tease

to my heart
So if you could
would you please

make a move
or get out
cause i feel like a ******

Sometimes thoughts are just
too much for me to handle
I wish I was numb

Internet box glow
it's a different dimension
here we get away

More and more hours
we get lost in our haven
But what else is there?

And same room sitting
the ones who raised us wonder
"How dare they zone out!?"