I miss how boys
                           Wouldn’t like you based
  
                    on the size of your body,

But...    instead of how fast you could run and how nice you were to their friends.



   I miss  when cussing, drinking  and smoking was weird and not cool...

                     I miss when getting a high
               streak on snap wasn’t a chore

        I miss when our parents would support our choices, and would actually understand us.

I might know the ending of my time,
but pity for you is all I’ve got, since I wake knowing that I’m dying, but you wake pretending that your not.

Mama bore a girl with a gun for a year

Teeth dripping lead,

And lips bleeding red,


Lashes curled for war

tongue waxing lyrics

Of both beauty and battles

I have a problem
  I don’t know how to fix it.
  

  Life is life but what about risks?


  I sometimes want to get hurt or die,
               Just to see if they will cry.


If people will care,
         or go on with their incomplete lives
               or if they will come clean away theirs lies.


          To say they’re sorry,
         to apologise,
            is something I don’t even think they would try.


             So what if I died?
        would you really care.


         The darkest secret
                hidden inside,
      may not be what I hide
            every night.



                     so remember this when you look to the sky,
              for I love you and I just wanted to say goodbye...

Laughing so hard it hurts,
     Climbing into cold sheets,
         Finding a new song,
           Hitting all the words to a rap,
               Swinging on the swing,

If am so smart and gifted with a wonderful mind...
  Then why do all the children run away
Why dose the adult whisper
  Why dose all the  sharp  leers feel like a
       Insult,
                  Is  it because of this confusing grimace


            Is it because of my flapping hands

Is it because of my indifference shadow
Am truly sorry that is not dark and dull like the others....

            But  am not sorry that it more colourful and warmer than your beam
Am not sorry for being neat
Am not sorry for being me
Am not sorry for be unique
Am not sorry for being god new creation
        Am not sorry that god got bored of the same faces the Same colour the same voice...

She wear black but her mind is colourful

As idiotic humans we ruin everything we touch including each other...

Brave (feminine ending).adj. meaning
Fierce, ferocious,
Mad tempered

Me, jealous of you?
                                   Bless you’re delusional  
                       heart...

The darkest night produce the brightest stars...

Poison
Electric
Steel
Ghost
dragon
Psych
Fire
Fairy
dark
Water
green
grass
Lying
Normal
lighting
Bug
ground
ice
rock

Why do you get to erase every little trace without my permission