I don’t know what to write about.
As I sit in class my mind is blank.
No thoughts.
No songs stuck in my head.
Just the endless silence.

If I think, I’ll think about him, if I think about him I’ll think about us.
If I think about us I think about how we are no longer, we.
Just him.
Just me.
I refuse to accept that I may still have feelings for him.
Which is hurting me just as so.
I want to know the truth, of what really happened.
I don’t want excuses, just the truth.

I don’t know what to write about.
These words in the page in front of me aren’t mine.
Someone else wrote them.
Surely.
I couldn’t have thought like that.

If I think, I think about friends, and if I think about friends, I think about her.
Our friendship is strong, surely to last a lifetime.
Every day is a blessing.




I guess I do have things to write about.
Friends, Enemies, Almost’s
Life has been nice.
Life has been painful.
Life has been healing.
Life has been waiting.

When I think, I think about them, when I think about them, I cry.
I can’t remember everything, only bits and pieces.
Makes me wonder if it actually happened.
When I think about my future,
I think of a young lady who knows nothing about where she came from.
Who she’s met.
Who she is.
It scares me, that maybe one day, I’ll forget all of this.
And I don’t want to forget.

I’m scared of everything.
I don’t want to be scared.
But fear consumes me.
It haunts me through every moment of my being.

The stars rest in your eyes
Nothing about you i can despise
When days are cloudy
and roads are rough
I'll be standing tough
Next to you
Never through
Wishing to stay forever
I wave goodbye
Until another
I love you
I'm being true
I love you
I really do

She's decorated with skulls
Engulfed in darkness
Her aura screams death and weeping
She writes until she falls
And she sings until her voice leaves her
Her voice is described as the one in which persuades you to leave this world.
She's a beauty to behold, her long black hair rests at her sides.
Some call her a cult leader, others call her Satan.

Her best friend on the other hand,
He's bright.
Colors cascade him everywhere he walks.
Flowers grow with his gaze.
His aura is filled with music and love.
His blond hair is messy and he keeps a book at hand.
His freckles and bright blue eyes attract even the most dangerous of men.
Some call him love, others call him God.

Writing in the night
Waiting for the moments come
Writing for tonight
Waiting till the clock strikes one
And the papers, are shred to pieces
And the songs, are hidden away

These words are fond memories
These roads keep me safe
My pencil,
Keeps on writing
Writing till the days end
Writing just to pretend
Everything’s okay…

Time to let it go
Just once time has shown
Time to say goodbye
Ending this lullaby

When I see her smile everything is alright.
Though my head's not ******* in tight.
I love it when she laughs
I hate it when she cries
And i know when we fight, there's nothing I can despise.

Are you sure? They laugh.
You can't be together. They screamed.
God hates you. They punch.
Eeww, how disgusting. They turn away.

No matter what, i'll stick by her, because she's mine,
And i'm not letting her go.

You say you see it
The monster that lies beneath
The bruised skin of hers
The nightmare that is deadly
Particularly hateful

Her eyes threaten life
Her smile can lure and destroy
They claim she's crazy
She survives her fear of death
But not her fear of people

She runs until tired
She may never come back home
Cries until dawn
She waits for night to come again
She is framed as a killer

A split second can change everything
A sudden kiss
A pull of the trigger
A simple step

Can change your entire life
Whether it’s a good or bad second is up to you

A hour of conversation can change you
Secrets and Confessions
Experiences and Arguments
Taking the time  to understand

It can change your perspective
It can change your actions

What you make of it
How you see it
How you respond
Is up to you

Just make sure it’s a good one.

I welcome thee
To this tea party
where lilacs and roses bloom
though you can't stay
I must say
you will meet your groom

You will
Live, think, laugh
Under machines
You  will
Sleep, cry, walk
Under machines
They watch us.

You could or you couldn't
You would, but you wouldn't
Seeing the horrors that are happening abroad, thinking it'll help by clicking 'like'
Hearing the screams of the children, watching their death unfold.
But you do nothing, millions of people, humans are dying and you do nothing.
Sharing videos, getting the word out
They view it but turn their heads.

TELL ME WHEN YOU HELPED
TELL ME WHEN YOU TRIED
But you have nothing to say, for you did nothing.
It isn't you, you're at home cozy and warm, skipping through the channels like there isn't children starving in Africa.
"Ugh i hate school!"
"I don't want to eat that!"
At least you have school, at least you have food.
Stop being so self centered, for if you were starving and someone offered you food you would take it.
Right?
"I would never eat out of the trash, That's disgusting!"
What if that's all you had to eat.
You would eat it, because you'd want to live though you say you would rather die.