I hate myself I wanna die
I hate myself I wanna cry
I find my friends to feel okay
cause I don't wanna be this way

the pressure you give is way to much
and I just want to chill no rush

see if I die won't need to live
my families life can finally begin

they’ll work on the second daughter, she
And shape her into what they need her to be
And once she soars with her success
They’ll claim our broken family is blessed

I told you what I loved to do, and you just didn't care
so why the **** would I share my life and speak to you and bear
out all my feelings on the floor so you can look and stare
and scream the words " I'm disappointed in you" and make it sound real rare.

P.S. I hate science and I'm probably going to fail biology

I hate myself I hate how I think
I wish I could be different every time I blink
I wonder what it's like to be someone else
Because I really don't want to be myself
I would give anything to be like her
“She's going to go far in life because her head's on right”
Yeah but mine is twisted and bruised
Yeah i’ll be fine
Yeah I think i’m sure
But i’m the one who’s not bright
Im stupid
Immature
A mess
Right?

I wish I could just be blessed
I get more sad and sad every day
I just don’t want to live this way
I try so hard but what gets in the way is myself!
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
I don’t even believe in myself and i’m ready to face my true fate

I’ve disappointed everyone enough and
I just want me to be enough for them
not me
THEM!!

I put it down
next to the piano on the bench
the 8.5 by 11 paper where my problems poured into existence
I watched it sit there
and watched them pass it
was it as invisible as me?

I looked once more
and it was gone
lets see who gets to ignore my issues this time
mom or dad.

I loved you the moment before it
and when you were done
I left you

how evil some may think right?
but you knew what you did
and like a cat I tried to get out
but you caught me
you always do.

you egotistical, sadistic, narcissistic son of a AGHHHGHHHIEWHOGABGILG

play the victim so my ears can rest.
and I won't need to explain.
and you can do what you do best.
and haunt me with the pain.

A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.

Into one ear and out the other
He repeats a word and says another
I can’t make out the words he said
Cause in this room my brain is dead

A friend and fake love that lasted a year
Just fell in front of my face
And now I don’t know what to do
I don’t want you to be replaced

From time to time I fell in love
And now what can I say
The only one that made me whole
Just ****** me in my face

And now i’m holding back my tears
Cause you don’t feel that same
But I knew what I got into
So i’m the one to blame.

in a song he sings
"the world is on fire and no one can save me but you"
but can you really?
dad
lets be honest here you've let me down for as long as I can remember
so cut all that I care about you ****
and just
LEAVE
you know how I said that I hated myself
well I hate you more