New floor,
New ceiling,
New walls,
New beginning,

No,

Old beginning,
New house.

New beginning to the house,
Repeating beginning to the people,

New you,
New place,
New us,
New you.

Old memories are sold,
New ones are untold.

Same life different story,

No.

Different life,
Same story,
New us,
New beginning,
But mostly,
New you

She has emotions she doesn't know how to express
In a crowd she stands out among the rest
Her presence is a gift
Her smile and laugh is one of a kind
and that's really hard to find
But she's scared and alone in a world she can't call her own
Her friends think they understand her but they don't
She's a mystery box 24/7
How many times does she really think about hell or heaven
She has perfect imperfections
a beautiful complexion
But is self conscious to those who show her affection
She has so many thoughts that are unthinkable
Mirrors and cameras make her hide
It's gonna be a long ride
But we all hold on tight
Because we all know that's right
And as she sits there in the middle of the night
She fights
She's a warrior and she has no clue
But the amount of stuff she's been through-
She's a fighter and much stronger then we all think
But when she comes around everything seems to be in sync

Eyes,
brown,
blue,
hazel,
green,
Eyes will wander,
no matter the color,
no matter the size,
they will wander.
They will wander on other eyes,
they will stare at the color,
The size,
the shape,
the beauty,
the movement,
everything.
They can draw you in, or scare you away,
these eyes can see.
These eyes have seen,
and will keep on seeing.
Eyes will look at something or someone and lock onto it
Eyes are the site to the heart,
Eyes are the windows to the soul.
Sometimes eyes will forget the past,
or they might sure as hell remember it.
They can forgive and forget,
they have expression.
Eyes have a personality of themselves.
They are their own person.

What's the point of putting make up on if you're just gonna cry it off

What's the point of living if you're just gonna die

What's the point of getting out of bed when you're  just gonna get back in it

What's the point of believing
What's the point of trusting
What's the point of life
What's the point of hope

What's the point of lying when you know the truth will come out

What's the point of hiding when you know you're gonna be found

What's the point of talking when you're  just gonna be shut down

What's the point anymore

What's the point of breathing

What's the point of having a past?
So people can judge you from it,
so people can have stuff against you?
so people will leave you because of it.
But it wasn't your fault, it doesn't matter,

Nothing matters anymore

I miss the way he says my name
The way he holds me
The way he kisses me
The way he whispers in my ear
The way he smiles back at me
I miss the way we used to say I love you
I miss us
I miss you
I miss me when I'm with you

My phone buzzed
I was half asleep
I saw it was you
I quickly awoke
I haven't spoken to you in weeks
I thought about you today
But didn't bother texting
But I guess you were thinking about me too  
A thousand questions rushed through my mind
Is he interested in me again?
Should I text back?
Should I fall back asleep?
Should I read it and not reply?
Is he lonely again?
Or is he just bored?
I saw your text
I quickly texted back
I was so excited to be talking to you again
My heart skips a beat when I hear your name
I can't breathe
I start to blush
And I can't help a huge smile
I try to hide my feeling but I can't
The way I feel around you is like no other
But I don't even bother anymore
You pull me in then push me away
And i dont know why I keep crawling back
Now I wish my phone hadn't of buzzed...

She told a story
A story to herself
And eventually to her friends
They were worried
But she wasn't

She told a story
No one else believed her
But she did

She told a story
She was a mistake
She was a broken mistake
They told her that she was lurking for attention
But she wasn't

She told a story
She loved the words I'm sorry
They would almost fumble out of her mouth every time she spoke

She told a story
Disappoint she thought she was
The word Perfect never once touched her lips

She told a story
Everyone didn't believe her
Then they found her

A beautiful disaster
Tangled in thick rope
Wrists and thighs covered in raised darkened skin
Tear marks stained the floor

She told a story
That no one will here again
They only had one chance to listen
But all turned away
She was a fallen angel
Now flying back up...