i found you,
  i found me in you.
  you don’t love me,
  but i love you.

i kissed your nose,
  you stare at me.
  i hugged you,
  and then you purr.
  
you meowed at me,
   so, i kissed you.
   you meowed at me,
   so, i opened the door.
   you meowed outside,
   so, i opened the door.
   you walked in,
   and then i hugged you.

Things That Matter
by:  RLee (10 year old)

My Mom and Dad are loving and kind
They teach me discipline and respect
My Mom and Dad support me
And provide a safe environment
Full of joy and humor
My family matters to me

Animals make me feel happy
Some animals are trained to entertain and amaze
My dog Ramsay; rest in peace Mozart
Sweet kind and loving
She gives my family companionship
Animals matter to me

Mrs.Maguire prepared me for Mrs.Szigety
Mrs.Szigety prepared me for Mrs.Noggle
Mrs.Noggle prepared me for Ms.B
Pinecrest is preparing me for life
Pinecrest is pride and spirit, safe,loving and caring
Pinecrest matters to me

Fr.Matthew is a big part of my family
He baptized me into the Catholic Faith
He gave my Mom and I First Communion
Fr.Matthew is there in times of joy and sadness
Fr.Matthew matters to me

These things matter
Because God made them
God is loving and kind
He is watching you and me
God is almighty and powerful
God matters to me

Don't you dare tell  me I am beautiful.
Until you have seen my scars...
That are craved into my body,
and the blood that pours out of my soul..

Don't you dare tell me I am lovely,
until I completely shut you out of my life..
Because I swore to myself,
you are just like the others and you will get sick of me.....

Don't you dare tell me I am flawless,
until you have seen me break down in tears..
I will show you the darkness  that's inside me that's consumes me,
and you will run away form me...

But  if you,
have seen my scars,
my bitterness,
and darkness...
Then I might believe you....

Outcast.

I trust too much.
I love too little.
I don't fit in.
I shouldn't live this way.

None of that matters.
Let the pain flow.
Let it follow the blood.
The blood flows from me.

Scars mark my wrists.
Seeing them brings back memories;
Memories not of flowing blood,
But of the reasons behind it.

Lost love.
Used by many.
Scarring memories,
Now remembered by true scars.

They will never leave me
So I'll always be haunted.
Haunted until it all hurts too much
And the blood flows again.

Recurring memories
Forever haunt me.
I'd rather forget.
Wish they'd be

Outcast.

Forgetting someone is like forgetting to turn off the light
     in the backyard so it stays lit all the next day

But then it is the light that makes you remember.

After you left me
I let a dog smell at
My chest and my belly. It will fill its nose
And set out to find you.

I hope it will tear the
Testicles of your lover and bite off his *****
Or at least
Will bring me your stockings between his teeth.

All armies are the same
Publicity is fame
Artillery makes the same old noise
Valor is an attribute of boys
Old soldiers all have tired eyes
All soldiers hear the same old lies
Dead bodies always have drawn flies

why can’t oxygen
ever be enough to feel
safe in my own skin

i just want to feel alive
unbothered by my own thoughts