I guess it's kinda sick
that I like it when all I feel is ick
Helps me to be creative, gives me thoughts
Its fun to write while watching yourself rot.
makes you more popular, cause "others feel it too"
I don't really care, as long as I get more views.


I'm willing to destroy myself
If you're willing to give me attention
makes me feel loved
I'd take any form of affection.

Let's be blunt.
I can't wait until I'm ******* dead.

YAAAAAASSSSSS

I got the wrong parts
I got the wrong heart
I got the wrong toes
I got the wrong clothes
I got the wrong joints
I got the wrong points
I got the wrong face
I got the wrong place
I got the wrong eyes
I got the wrong prize
I got the wrong date
I got the wrong fate.

Daddy was right,

little girl,

you are just not special enough to be noticed,

nor are you sad enough to be cared about.

you are merely invisible,

little girl,

and that's all you'll ever be.

****, I need you again

but alas, I also crave

being so alone.

I was gone for a while.
I have a silly idea.
Wouldn't be funny if I was gone forever.
I ******* hate all of you.
**** every single one of you.
you're gonna wish you cared
I'm psychic like that.
Then again I wouldn't be surprised
if you just didn't notice either
that's more probable.

Don't give me that " I'm being selfish" *******
I'm just doing you a favor.

be ******* gracious
and say thank you
It's the least you could do

Probably the least you're capable of.

remember how i wrote about
i was mad they didnt let school out?
..well hey
they kicked us out today
cause the lights went dark
and soar, it did, my heart.

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

like the moon draws in the vast ocean,
I felt you walk into the room.

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.

My brain feels squished
to be happy is what I wished
for, and now
I don't know how
to stop the thoughts incessantly
screaming that I'm a phony.
It's not fair
I wanna care
about everything besides myself
but I've been in the back of the shelf
long enough
to keep trying to be tough
for others surrounding.
Instead I'm drowning
to keep them afloat
dear God, where's my rescue boat?

Oh how nice
would it be
to be alone

I think it'd be better
for you and for me
If I were gone

Not necessarily
just like that
but its an option.

Dear Mom,

Just because work starts at 1:00
doesn't mean you need to stay in bed until 12:00

Be a ******* mother.

I don't want to sound rude,
but what about me?

I
    talk
            to
                  no
                        one
                      
                         no
                 one
         talks
     to
me

I remembered the rain in the summer
how beautiful everything felt
when it seemed my world was being destroyed

I just remembered that today.

and it's like
everything is okay now

but maybe it takes a little destruction
to make me see the beauty

Personal belongings gone astray
                                                 make me want to run away
while its nice to be completely me
                                                 there's some things I don't want them to see

I don't know
whether I'm gonna cry or throw up
I don't know
If I even care
I don't know
If you care either.

This is too much

**** everything.

How is it possible to love someone

so much

and just
not be able
to love them

so much

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

I don't think its
wrong to expect
from you,
the same respect
That I put in.
But how does one ask?
where does one begin?
I hate that I feel
this mad
and you don't
even feel bad.
Don't worry, though,
I'll just keep apologizing
no matter how much
I find it agonizing
a reciprocation is what
I'll be waiting to hear
Though I'll probably have
to wait a few million years.

Sometimes
   I feel
   that its not okay
   to be sad

Sometimes
   I feel
   so angry
   because that's not fair

Most of the time
   honestly
   I don't even care
   at all

Put me in a box
cover it with locks
and hide me away
until you have better days
because I know how I am
so I know I should be crammed
into a tight space
where no one sees my face
or has to hear my voice
I could take away your choice
in this, then again
It'd be easier for my friends

my
  cry
my
  try
my
  fail
my
  tale
my
  face
my
  space
my
  home
my
  alone

Sometimes I wish people
didnt write such sad things
they really
                  bring
                           me
                                down.