They say that the past is in the past, what they say is true but it never exactly fades for you. You don't do what you want when the voice of the person who brought you down lingers in your brain, as you still hear the angry footsteps stomping up the stairs even when you know they're no longer there. That rechid angry face still lingers your mind, you expect a harsh word or strike from anyone so kind, you learn to rely on yourself, you know that no one will show compassion, believe you or lift a finger to help. You close yourself off from the world feeling rejected by society, you were told that you were worthless
It hurts just as worse when they cut your skin while shirtless. Try and make your life at ease, grow older, step out of your comfort zone because you're the one to please.

I want to find
The point of origin
Of silence with you

We can sit together
And I will memorize
Everything about you there

From the cute scrunch
Of your nose when
You smile at me

To your saddening gaze
Which causes this incessant
Tearing of my heart

Without the necessary words
You will be enveloped
In my full admiration

Then I can work
On speaking the words
Another heart wrenching time

you look at me across the room,
your stare is long and hard,
as if though you were dead,
kind of like our friendship.

who would want to be obsessed with magizines and lies, when you can be obsessed with the galaxies in your eyes?

Several mistakes will
eventually lead you to the right choices.

it's ironic how i say i'm so alone,
when really everyone ive known has
been stretching out there arms for me, and i constantly hear them say,
"Come on, take my hand!"
but i push them away,
because i feel as if though they wouldn't
understand.