If there's empty spaces in your heart
They'll make you think it's wrong
Like having empty spaces
Means you can never be strong
But I've learnt that all these spaces
Means there's room to grow
And the people that once filled them
We're always meant to be let go
And all these Empty spaces
Create a strange sort of pull
That attract so many people
You wouldn't meet if they were full
So if you're made of empty spaces
Don't ever think it's wrong
Because maybe they're just empty
Until the right person comes along

If I Showed you my tear drops
Would you collect them like rain?
Store them in jars
That are labeled with pain
Would you follow their tracks
From my eyes down my cheeks
As they write all the stories
I'm too scared to speak
Would you stop them with kisses?
Bring their flow to a halt?
As you teach me that pain
Isn't always my fault
Would you hold my face gently
As you dry both my eyes?
and whisper the words
"You're too precious to cry"
If I showed you my teardrops
Would you show me your own?
And learn all though we are lonely
We are never alone

I wish I could laugh.
Laugh like it doesn't matter
Like you don't matter
To a lot of people you don't
That's the problem though
I'm not one of those people
You matter a lot
And it hurts
It hurts because I wanted more
But when more wasn't available
I was still happy with friendship
And that's what I thought we were.
Friends.
But apparently not
I wish I could say it with a laugh
Ha. Ha
Guess I was wrong again
You're embarrassed of me?
Join the club.
You want me to leave you alone?
Well all you had to do was ask
Want me to stop hanging around?
Done! And done!
...
But I can't
Because I don't have a mask
Well not one durable enough
To hide these eyes
Eyes full of tears
Eyes full of anger
Guess this is goodbye then
Because I deserve better
Than to be around a soul
Who continues to stab me
Jab at me with his words
I have enough wounds
Without you.

Isn't it ironic?
How I comfort people with problems
And not fixing my own
How I wipe others tears
While mine are continuously rolling?
How I know their pain
Yet they don't know mine?
How I tell them to not hide
While I hide my tears inside?
How I encourage them
Yet I discourage myself?
How I assure them everything will be okay
And I do not believe it myself?
How I treat each one as precious human beings
Yet they treat me like ****?
How I prioritize
While they treat me as an option?
How I sacrifice and give everything
And receive nothing at all?
Yes it is ironic
But that my life, I have a choice
To end it or to live it
It's gods gift
I'll live it for now
Time changes I may end it too, someday.

I think I finally figured out
Why I have a deep love for balloons
as a child my mom only let me have
Them on rare family occasions
They were only seen at birthday parties
Or holiday celebrations
As a child I was happy.
As a teenager in high school
My mother didn't care weather I had them or not
I had a job
I was making my own money
So I bought my own balloons
Almost every week
As a teenager I am not happy.
The thing about balloons is
They can fly away at any given moment
They can go soaring way up
High in the sky when ever someone lets them go
Once you let go, you'll never be able
To grab that balloon again
And that's something I wish I could do
I just want to fly away and never come back again.

Normal kids go to sleep
Before 11
The slackers go to bed
After 12
The broken kids
Stay up all night with there
Headphones in staring at
The vast nothing
Because their minds at never at rest
Their tired physically and emotionally
But
Peace will never reach their soul
So I'm those very moments in between
Hating how
Sad and broken they feel
Between hating life
They wish, they pray, dream for that moment
Where peace will sweep over their mind
And in the midst of it all
When they finally drift into the nothing of their minds will finally be at rest
Just to start the chaos in the morning
To another depressing day.

She sat alone
Alone and at home
Where her screams were silent
But her mind was violent
Her insecurities hid deep inside
And they indeed did eat her alive
A tear rolled down her face
As her heart began to race
She took her blade and tore her skin
Where her depression lied deep within
This went on for days, months, years,
And until she cried her very last tears
She decided she had enough
The world around her as too much tough
She took a gun to her head
Congratulations society
She's dead