My nostrils  burn.
******* shot up to my brain.
Addiction hurts.
Its not too late.
Rehab.
Decaf.
All the same.
Babe,
Help  me
Dont let me die

Life is best at a leisurely pace
I find my peace in a comfortable place
on a soft square with room for two
under sheets like waves laid next to you
thinking once in a lifetime it's just right
so I thank my lucky stars for you each night

Just to touch you
just to feel you
to see each other in a dim glow
I want to know you
I want to show you
everything I've got so you can know
that this could be more than an idea
this could be forever two perfect souls

I cannot win
I am destroyed.
Built back up
Then recked again like a stack of bricks.
I am suffering.
Can you tell?
I know you see it.
My mood shifting hour  to hour.
Dont ask me if im okay.
I nevr asked for you to pretend like you care.
Dont ask me what i want to do
Because honestly
I wanna  run far away.
Dont treat me like i matter
We both know i dont
you've  shown me that
I am suffering.
Is it  that hard to see?
I write  to ease my mind
But it ends  up ignighting flames.
I have a storm in my heart.
Anger due to loneliness.
Whats wrong with  me?
Why doesnt anyone love me
(Or if  they  do, tell me)
???
Tell me why the **** i am this way.
Why is  everyone  happy but me.
I want change
That's  not over my horizon,  is it?
Why am i always alone.
Alone is a captive audience.
Listening to my disparity   just to matter
To someone.
My tears run  dry.
Then  streak down
Because they  were forgotten.
What if i told you there  was no tomorrow for me.
*** someone help this kid.
Because suicidal thoughts are the telling point of need for help.
Are you ******* kidding me?!?!
You should know i need help from the day you notice bruises.
Not  by the day i say i want to end it all.

Mom told me she'd  be there till the end.
But the day she found out her son had severe depression,
It was like she left him completely.
I wish she could see im gone already.
Her little boy,
Her little Zachary
Has died.
The day she overlooked dad's aggression, i was left motherless.
Her son needs help.
I need help.
So i write.
And you read.
The process we've  done so many times before.
Forgive me,
Im struggling.
I know you see it.
*so,
Whats next

I stood before the mirror
It showed who I was
I looked deeper and deeper
Flaws after flaws after flaws
I did not like the person looking back at me
I began to skip a few meal here and there
I didn't think it was nothing
I joined a gym to drop a few more
But one day I found these pills
I took a few
I took a few more
And more and more and more
I couldn't stop
I looked in the mirror for the last time
I looked so pale and small
Finally not any flaws

She was the brightness kid in class
Her smile would light up the room
She made everyone laugh
She was perfect
She was strong and beautiful
Thin and smart
Brave and kind
But she was so insecure
She scared her skin
How nobody knew
She would cry to sleep
Or just not sleep at all
She would be so numb she couldn't shed any tears
Yet the next day she still was happy as could be
Her eyes were still stained
Her sleeves were still down
Then the next day
She was so quiet
Not a single real smile
All were shallow and thin
She didn't pay any attention to her friends as they all told jokes
Her boyfriend was holding her but still nothing
Then the next day
She didn't show up
Everyone seemed so down
Then an intercom came on
That the beautiful girl has taken her last breathe
An overwhelming saddest feel on everyone
How could someone so strong fall so far

***** bottles all over his room.
She's  gone.
Do to failure  in a nutshell.
His xbox broke
His parents divorced
His job was lost.
He had no where to go.
No place to live
No girl to love.
Took a glock
To the woods
And
Ended it all.


Police  called  her house
Shr heard the news.
Her ex was  dead.
Not even a month had passed
Yet he took  it so hard.
She  bought  his favorite liquor
Drank it  all that night.
She had a job
She had  a new boyfriend
She haf a home
Lots of money
But no one understood
Her guilt
She  put him down
So much
She didnt know she hurt him so much
So
She grabbed a rope
And jumped
With a slight snap
She was gone.
The two were expecting  eachother
Somewhere  in the vast
Idea of
Time.
Love is crazy

Before there was snapchat
There was Instagram
Before instagram
There was Tumblr
Begore tumblr
There was twitter.
Before  twitter
There was Facebook
Before  Facebook,
There  was myspace
Before myspace
There was dating sites.
Before dating sites there was games
Before those  computer  games
There was a keyboard and monitor.
Before the keyboard and monitor  there was
*human interaction