Life is starting to get too hard again.

Holding my face as he kisses me softly,
As we lay in the grass under the soft shades of the stars,
He would cuddle with me and tell me he loves me,
He'd make me feel comfortable in my skin,
He would love me for who I am.

He fell asleep in class today,
breathing softly..
I wanted to be alone with him in that moment,
to just cuddle..
When he woke up he looked at me and smiled,
he is an angel when he smiles..
To me,
he is perfection..
I only wish he was mine to hold.

The earth was on fire but no one could see,
because of the ashes and the burning trees.
The earth was on fire and no one could tell,
because we're all trapped inside of this hell.

No one loved her, no one cared.
As she prays she whispers to God "I'm almost there."
She knew what she had to do.
She would be in heaven soon.

So fragile and tender, becoming so bitter.
And bitter things shrivel up, and dry out.  
I will become porcelain glass. The fancy kind.
Porcelain is breakable, I'm afraid I will shatter.
Please don't drop me.  I haven't the heart to pick up the pieces.

My parents would have more money, worry less.
My ex would have had never to deal with me.
My best friend would move on and find someone worth his time.
If only I didn't exist.
But. **I do.