If you believe you are worthless,
You are wrong.
Ask your friends and family—
Ask the ones around you.
They’ll be able to tell you
At least a little
Of how you’ve influenced them.
Maybe talking to you
Brightens their day.
Maybe they come to you
For advice.
Maybe you provide
That critical listening ear.
Maybe your smile
Puts them at ease.
Maybe you have brilliant ideas
That remind them to discard The Box.
I speak of all these Maybes,
But I leave it up to you
To find out exactly how
You’re needed
You’re wanted
You’re loved
You have worth.
Write them down.
Look at them again and again
When you’re hovering in the Void.
Maybe it won’t bring you out,
But maybe it’ll keep you
From falling further.

Her heart sang a song of what she wanted her future to hold,
but her mind said “Shh, no one must hear, for you’re far to young to love someone so dear.
Now keep it in, keep it quiet,
and see if the song plays out itself. If it does,
well, then there’s no worries for you already know the words to fill the empty spaces.”

I'm "going hard" no I'm not alone
Ain't found a place yet to call my home
I'm hungry call me an animal
Looking at humans like a cannibal but I ramble though
leave your thoughts jumbled in your cantaloupe
I've lost hope for the past because it our future
Living in a world among leeches and moochers we call them losers, dead beats and abusers
Funny how beggars can't be choosers
But I write to save the world you see
I may not seem phased   by all this gravity
So let me put this weight on you
What can a no name writer do
Write on brother and sisters
The pen is my weapon
Paper that ammunition
Make an impact on a million lives is the mission
So I take shots here and there daring and dizzy
Put my words on this paper could it be that easy?
Sticking to the grind till they miss me

I can't live up to the expectations of life. Why can't I just ride away from home, live on my own. It sounds so easy doesn't it? I don't run though, I don't ride. I stay, frustrated, tired, worried. I stay, and I don't belong here. I can feel it all through me. It clenches me, makes me twitch. It makes my neck soar. My spine pushes against the skin on my back. I'm still here. I cry, I kick, I scream. Still here. I will wait till the moment comes to ride away. From all the worries and fears of home

Yes I'm tired, I'm quickening my breath.
Tell me I have the energy, but I know there's nothing left.
Sleepy and sick, lost beyond repair,
Tell me you can help, but the truth is you don't care.

I remember as a child
How all was free and easy.
Then the second I filled my shoes,
Things stopped being so **** breezy.
You can say I have it all together,
But I'm taking it day by day
Smile coyly and laugh it off, but just know I'm not okay.

Yes I'm tired, I can't stand this constant cold.
Only if you pretend to know
all the secrets I never told.

Tired.

I'm panting, exhausted, dragging my lead feet.
Now it is becoming clear
I'm too tired to even sleep.

Sometimes, I want to die.

Not because I am unhappy

or lonely

or tired or scared

Just to see if I’d get the chance to do it all over.

If we would get the chance to rethink every thought

to take back a kiss or a silence or a ****** essay we wrote the night before it was due

a do-over

But if we knew that we would

what would we live for?

Drip I'm happy
Drip I'm sad
Drip I think I'm going mad
Drip you're here
Drip you're gone
Drip everything is going wrong
Drip I'm alone
Drip I fear
Drip I love you whispered in my ear
Drip that love has disappeared
Drip a beautifully sight
Drip an unfortunate plight
Drip regrets
Drip memories
One more drip
And theres nothing left