I’m tired, I wish I could sleep more.
I went to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror.
I practiced my fake smile, I might need it today.
Black clothes are my favorite, I put a black band t-shirt on.
I put my hair up, I look in the mirror again.
I see a broken hearted girl with parents who don’t love her.
I want to die; I don’t want to fight or struggle anymore.
I wanted to get away from my parents, I still do.
I don’t want to keep moving around.
I feel like a piece of furniture that people buy and then later sell.
My birth-family didn’t want me, my adoptive parents don’t want me do they?

May the moon forever shine down upon you and me.
And make us remember who we use to be.
The love , the fighting , and all the memories be stored there, where they will last forever.
Maybe one day it'll be the right time for us.
But if that time never comes be happy.
Live your life , takes chances. I hope you never lose your passion or your sense of who you are.
I hope you carry this with you forever, and read it whenever you're unsure.
The moon will always be a reminder of you to me.
And maybe we will find ourselves underneath it's light together once more.

Wildflowers
Remind me of people.
Their all different, not one exactly the same.
Some are beautiful.
Some are bright.  
I love them all.
They bring me joy.

holidays like these make me feel empty

using big words to
make you
sound smart,

isn't smart

my mind is huge and difficult to get in,
                   i know what it's like
                                   so i close black holes
           and show you beautiful constellations
                                                 ­          and brave planets
                                   that linger there

my ears have heard beyond their years