Everyone says that having no friends means your a loser
but I can admit to not having friends and being perfectly happy with it
I'm not saying I don't hang around with people and talk and laugh with them
because I do
but a friend is someone you can trust , and tell your secrets to and talk to forever with
and no one fits that description so perfectly to me
so I don't have friends, not even one
and that's okay

I'm unhappy with myself
can't you tell?
I avoid mirrors
Because when I look in my reflection, I cry
and cry
and cry
I cant help it
And I see myself crying in the mirror
and get emotional because this is me
and its not who I want to be
and that's why I'm so unhappy

The thing about being forgotten is
you can never say you weren't there

Cigarette between my frail fingers
lips ajar
my eyes stare emotion-lessly through the people who thought
they mattered most to me
eyeliner smudged
the clothes on my back
are only black
and I've realized
I'm the girl my parents warned me about

Its 3:52 am
and you've called me once again
your crying and I can hear your beautiful sobs through the phone
and the words spilling out of your mouth is accidental poetry
and I'm sorry
I'm so so sorry

Sleep, What is sleep?
The place where your mind wanders hoping to find a sweet place in your brain to satisfy your rest?
An escape?
Is sleep a way to cure your endless fatigue?
I don’t know, honestly
My favorite thing about sleep, the only reason why I love sleep so much, is because I can just cuddle up into your arms
and just enjoy it
It doesn’t matter to me whether or not I have a nightmare or a beautiful dream, I’m always in your arms and that’s what makes my night a thousand times better.