I'll leave my house for school in the morning and then I'll come home in the afternoon. I ask myself every day "Am I really home?" It doesn't feel like it. I use to have that heart warm feeling walking into my house as if I were safe, But now whenever I walk in the door I feel like I could get murdered at any second. This one time I tipped over a glass of tea my mom was drinking and said "my life is great" then lost it and started crying then went to my room. The whole house got silent and nobody came to check on me. Then I knew, my family didn't care that much about me.

You left me with two answers, to ethier
Give up or move on
I didn't want to choose
But I couldn't just leave it unanswered
So say I picked the first one, giving up.
I give up and drop everything making it seem like you were never a part of me, when really you were everything. I have to pretend like you didn't matter to me, like I never really wanted to be with you, But you're all I wanted.
Or say I pick moving on. The next boy comes along and all I can think about is you. It's not suppost to be like this it was suppost to be you, But wait, You moved on before me. Then I realized there was three answers, You never loved me.

Addicting
Inside of me
Painful
Makes me happy
Messes with my head  
Can't stop thinking about it
Always wanting it
But, one day it's gone
I feel lost, doing anything to bring that special feeling back
I can't get my mind to stop thinking about it.
Then I think back to how it all got started, & it all began with "Hello nice to meet you"

Fall, where the season starts to get cold. Lucky for us this means we have an excuse for wearing long sleeves now without it being 90 outside. When i say "us" I'm talking to the outcast out there, the ones who go to bed every night thinking the world would be much better without them. I'm talking about the kids who wake up every single day dragging themselves out of bed when they expected to be dead. Fall through the winter is our favorite seasons. We can hide all of our scars and fresh cuts under a simple piece of clothing. Nobody knows why we love winter so much, until one day it gets to hot outside and you have two choices, pass out from a heat stroke or take the sweater off, but then
everyone would know why you wear
long sleeves
so much.