I love you.
Yes, you;
I love you, reader.
For I love the human race.

I love that we can conquer our fears and defeat our weakness.
We can use our strengths to not just help ourselves,
but each other by being interdependent;
which brings me to my next point:

I love that we can come together when times get hard.
We can rely on each other,
we can work together, even after we have fought
over our different beliefs; speaking of which...

I love that we can have new and different ideas.
We can think independently and become stronger because of it.
From the conservatives to the liberals, and everything in between,
our differences don't matter because our similarities are stronger.

But Lastly, I love that we CAN love.
I love you, reader.
The same way I love my future wife
and my future children,
and I don't even know them!
Nor do I you...

But I still love you <3

I walked to school today

Knowing I cried myself to sleep last night

Knowing no one knew

Knowing that was my power that I owned over everyone else

stay up all night
my eyes are red from crying
ask me how did i sleep
i say, "just fine"

i admit i haven't been alright

its just one of those days
but its everyday
and i never have the urge to change

something inside
its different in me..
no longer alive
i don't even breathe

a prisoner in disguise
a prisoner in my own mind
in my bed full of lies

academy award for the actress I've become

i used to love you sober.



               i've been high for days.

I think my brain is broken
There's always nuts and bolts left on my pillow
Every morning when I wake up
They never fit back quite right
Thoughts of never being put together
Haunt me when I'm alone
Hovering over me
Telling me that I'm just going to keep falling apart
And eventually there will be nothing that holds my head into my shoulders
It will topple off
Shatter in the ground like glass
I will realize that I'm only human
And like most broken humans
I am glass
And I crack easy
I don't think I'll ever like existing
There's more of all of you than there are of me
So why is it so significant if I begin to cease
I know I have family that think this way
Those two understand what I've been trying to say
All three of us should have been aborted
We're not just glass
We are mosaics
Shattered and reconfigured