you are colder than my heart at 3am
you are an enemy amongst a sea of friends
I loved you so much I began to hate everything you are
everything you say , every breath you take I regret the world giving
you any air to breathe , you are empty , you are the darkest kind of dark
do you see what you've become?
are you proud of who you are?
pointing fingers , presuming that what we've been through isn't as important as you
you're wallowing in your own self pity , someday you might drown in it.
you don't deserve an opinion if all you see is yourself.
you used to sing the words "you know I COULD USE SOMEBODY"
and I know that more than anyone because you used me.
you are the lowest type of low and you don't see it
you call me selfish everyday and when I die it'll still haunt my soul
the one thing Ive learned is
you cant care for anyone else because you don't know how to love
I still love you believe me , but I cant help but hate you more than that.

Don't hate someone just because they hate you.

2. ALWAYS be the bigger person.

3. Don't quickly judge someone.

4. You may lose people, but you will gain ones who are better.

5. Everything changes at one point.

6. Try to see opinions from both sides.

7. There are two sides to every story.

8. Some people aren't going to like you, and that's okay.

9. Speak up in class, no one is going to laugh at you.

10. Don't be shy around the person you like, they're just a person as you are.

11. No one is going to die because you failed that one test.

12. School isn't just about grades.

13. Taking one day off of school won't **** you.

14. If you put negitive thoughts out in the universe, chances are, fate won't be on your side.

15. Don't push yourself to the point of a panic attack.

16. You will always love the person you fell in love with, and you need to learn to cope.

17. Just because you're posting about them, it doesn't mean they will message you.

18. Wear a dress to school, who cares if people judge you.

19. Look on the bright side of things in every situation.

20. Always be youself, and don't change for anyone.

We're the kind of people that fade into the background
We're the kind of people that  get red as soon as someone says our name and often we're the ones that people forget are in the room.
This is us, too comfortable in our shell to even be bothered.
We are told we are too quiet and shy and that we lack a personality.
But they fail to see the universe within us and the light in our eyes and the kindness in our voice.
we don't waste our words
when we speak we make flowers grow and we build up but when they speak it only causes harm.
we do not misuse our words
and no we don't get the most popular award in school, and we probably get overlooked at parties and our names are not the kind of names that make it on to newspapers and quite frankly my dear,
we are unexceptional and quite mediocre (or at least they say).
but this is what we are and we are these things in the most beautiful way.
so please,don't take these words in a bad way when they throw them at you. Instead, hug them and realize that you are are you and that those who don't value you , lack some good judgement and are quite plain in perspective.  And overall, they will never have the privilege to truly see your wonder.
so when they stick the word "unexceptional" on to your forehead,remember you are unexceptional in the most exceptional way.

Dear Girl,
I do not know in which tense I love you
I could be in love you now, I could have loved you, or I will love you
But I do know this
That I do in fact love you very much
I do not know you yet, Or maybe I do
But every breath I draw is one I draw for you
Maybe your eyes are green, or blue, or brown
All I know is they are the most perfect eyes that I have seen or will see
Girl, I want to spend my whole life with you
It is a real shame that you could be anyone
No, I take it back
It is beautiful that you could be anyone
It gives me hope that each day I wake
Could be the day I meet you
Or it could be the day we fall in love
Well
Goodbye for now,
I will see you sometime

It's funny, looking at my hands after all this time.
They do so much for me, they are the tools that allow me to do much of what defines me.
So here they are, splayed out in front of my face.
And I am trying to convince myself of something.
That maybe if my hands were just a little bigger, a little wider, a little stronger I could stop it.
I could catch all your tears as they fell.
I could hold you up when you fall.
I could point you in the direction where things wouldn't be so **** awful.
I could grip the fears and terrors of  our day to day and
I could beat back the sadness.
But I have only got my hands.
And they seem a little inadequate for the job I need to do.
Because my hands only have so much surface area
And just like sand in an open hand
Sadness slips through my fingers
I want to carry the weight of the world on my hands, and give your shoulders a much needed rest.
God knows,
I have tried.
But ****, I am sorry.
Because the results seem to be a little lackluster.
I know that I can't stop the sad days, even more than I can create the happy days.
Just know that for you, I will spread my hands like the wings I was never meant to have
And share your burden.
You are not Atlas, Job, or Cain,
And I love you because of that.

Faced with the great shroud of encroaching unknown,
Cowering beneath dark clouds with nothing else but your own.

Just know that what gnaws on us is the looming uncertainty.
Fruits of undesirable truth may hurt but still it would set you free...

I drank the bottle of ***** with hopes that it might erase you from my mind.
I burned the things you gave me hoping nothing would remind me that you existed.
I wrote you 3 pages of how I felt hoping it might bring me peace.
But none of them worked.
I still remember your face, how your cheek bones are perfectly shaped.
I was addicted to you, God, How you made me feel.
You're still in my mind rushing through my veins.
I can still remember the way you felt, your skin against mine.
You said I was your world but ****** you were my galaxy.
Nothing but sadness consumes me now,
dead flowers and butterflies lay in my stomach.
You killed them the day you started doing what you did.