You say you want me to speak
But if i open my mouth and talk
Anger  will rise
The ground will shake.
I have been silenced  for 8 years
That  time cannot  be taken back.
Instead, i am left with the memories
That  allow  me to tell the sad stories
There  is more to me.
I look fine from the  outside
But inside
I am a shipwreck
Just waiting to be discovered.
I am a rush of frustration
I often loose my happy concentration
When i am put into a ****** situation
Dont let me speak
i wont stop
Wrether you think you love me
Or  you pretend to love me
There is always going to be a void.
A void  only one can make.
But left 8 years ago
I've  been told to hold on for so long
And
My grip is slipping.
Each day i find myself wanting to let go more and more.
I cannot move on with little to none support.
I am a human
Not a robot.
I have feelings
Which everyonr seems to forget.
family slave
Is who i am to them
nuisance
To others.
I want to matter
I want to open my mouth
And speak
And leak
These secrets kept within the flesh.
But these bruises are like  circuit  boards
no one sees them
You have to uncover  these sheets of hell to see my pain. The bruises
My soul feels dead with every bad omen and every negative word said to me.
Ive prayed
Nothing came
Ive bargained  my soul
Just  for things to change
Nothing has happened.
Because  i will not speak.
My mind is connected
But not my mouth.
This is not a poem
No
Its a rant
An angry rant from an ******* poet.
Who cannot
*speak

I sit among you.
I laugh with you whenever the teachers do something funny,
But has anyone ever wondered,
Just who I am?
Just a poet, right?
I mean,
What am I doing right now?
The thing is,
I do that too.
I neglect the simple things.
I don’t know every one of you.
But I should.
Because each of you are beautiful in your own way.
I have failed to stay positive.
So, this is my confession, I guess.

I neglect the beautiful sky,
The clouds,
And the stars.
I don’t recognize the grass,
Someone should really kick my…****?
But, don’t we all?
I think it’s time I give myself a chance to move away from darkness for just a moment
I think we need to give this time of year a shout-out
This is the time for summer,
Swimming pools and tanning under the bright, golden sun.
This is a time for celebration.
I feel so glad.
It’s been a long year,
Tons of work and little cheer.
But,
This is the last poetry session,
And it’s time for my confession.
I’ve been in the dark a little too long.
And I wasn’t brave enough to sing you all a song.
But hey,
It’s almost “next year”
And this one has been good.
Imagine it,
It’s almost summertime, baby.
Lets stop being negative
For just one moment.
Lets forget about those cp’s and refocuses,
And just be happy.
We’ve made it this far.
For me, I got three years left,
But if my brother taught me anything,
It’s that I will survive.
He’s in the military,
And I’m at school
If he can do it,
Than I can too.
It’s time to celebrate guys.
Time to celebrate each other,
The year,
And the life ahead of us.
Its time to celebrate our girlfriends and boyfriends,
Best friends and teachers.
The seniors and their achievements.
This is the time of year
To remember all that we have fought for.
The sun is shining,
Someone somewhere is smiling.
So let’s give this year a big bow,
As we walk away from the school
For another two months.
Lets hear it.
For the last poetry slam.
Yep, this is it.
(rip paper)
This is your, our
Shoutout.

Dear community, I have lied to you.
I lie to you when I tell you that I’m okay.
I lie to you when I tell you that I’ve had a good weekend.
Dear community.
Maybe I felt that I owed you a happy face.
Or maybe I thought I owed you a simple laugh.
Maybe I wanted to be like everyone else and fit in like the last piece of a puzzle
Maybe I wanted to blend in, so I kept my true thoughts under a muzzle.
Dear community.
I wish I could tell you why.
But the truth is, I’m an average guy.
Maybe that’s not what you see.
Maybe it is.
But with every word I speak, I die.
The worst thing…the worst part of it all is hearing the voices.
They talk with a quiver, shouting at me.
They yell: Insults and lies as they dish out torture.
I wish I could tell you that the house I live in is not my home,
But I’ve grown to welcome the pain for it suits me well.
With every fist, every tear, comes a new revolution
Spurring up like a fairy tale
With no happy ending.
the sheath of fate.
The sword of pain
They hurt me like a gun shot wound to the chest.
Well my dear community, I wish you the best.
But as we all know, suicide is not the answer.
See, I’ve been inside a dark place for many years.
I know what its like to be truly afraid.
I know what its like
To be in a place that feels so ugly, so shifted.
I know what it feels like to say, “wanna see a magic trick? Watch me disappear!”
But I cant. And the reason is her.
She keeps me safe.
Her love provides a boat when I’m drowning.
She makes the light when I’m in the dark.
I love her MORE than life itself.
She keeps me alive.
But the other reason is my future.
I don’t wanna think about the things I might never see.
But once the fog clears I see the reasons to live.
Life is a powerful word.
It brings so much.
And if you’re anything like me,
You can’t stop crying.
But, child, pick up your face.
Bring yourself to feel again.
There is a light.
I promise.
I found that light.
Now all I have to do is reach it.
I will grasp it with all my heart.
With all of my soul!
I promise things get better.
So dear community.
I really should be thanking you.
Each and every one of you.
I want you to know how you saved me.
I want you to know how every smile I’ve seen here gave me hope.
What I am really trying to say is,
Dear community, thank you.

It feels so good to work hard.
To earn the **** i deserve.
It feels so good to get up,
Get some work done,
And come home rightfully tired.
It feels so good
To use my hands to create, to build
It feels good to get frusterated,
And think of different ways to get the job done.
It feels good to do a **** good job
And earn that pride.
It feels good
To use that power drill,
Use a pack of zip ties
And hammer nails in.
It may seem little,
But i am **** thankfull
To have place
*where i am finally wanted
And needed

Grandfather, I’d say
Come with me today.
We would see a world anew.
Full of the things we love,
None of what we hate.
We will have cinemas to keep us company.
Video games for the playing.
Lots of world to cover as time merely stops.
We shall feast at grandma’s cooking,
Enjoy a sweet treet,
And meet batman himself.
Grandfather, I’d say,
Its my turn to make you happy today.
He’d smile,
And gently take my hand,
As we run away to a happy place.
He knew no evil,
So we will see a world of fun and games,
And we’ll forget the bad names,
That we fought so hard to avoid.
I would take his hand,
Show him the way
To have a **** good day.
We will be in paradise,
No more need for dreaming,
Not cats due to his discretion,
And lots of root bear and pizza to fill our hearts once more.
He won’t have to deliver any more packages,
Because I chose
To take him with me.

I need you
*to kiss me

Why can’t you look at me as normal?
Why do you see me a freak?
Why don’t you think that my heart can’t break?
Why can’t you understand that I own my own pain?
That I drive myself insane trying to become something new.
But when I say that I hurt, its, “who knew?”
So put me in a cage,
Condemn me for wishing for normality
That wish led to my fatality.
So I am here
With the ones they call odd
The ones you laugh at
The ones you question
Because if I can’t be normal, than no one can
Spend my life wishing to be larger than life
Wishing that people would see me, and not for my appearance.
Because as this is written, I am in pain
At this time I have no hope.
So go and tell me
“No need to mope”
But hell, not even the pope
Could pray the things I need prayer about.
That’s why I fell so far behind
Because I thought there was another path to find
And music was the only way I felt right
The notes where my eyes to see the light.
But you still laugh at me
Because my music is not sung at church
Because I scream
I am labeled a freak.
But if I don’t have talent
Why am I still writing on?
Because one day
You will remember the remraf name
When I claim my fame,
You will burn in the flame of my darkness
Of my shadow
So welcome to the carnival,
Where the lowest of the low find the highest of the high
Because today
Is the day
We rise,
Every “freak” in the world
Rise.
Because a freak is the new normal
And if you don’t agree,
Than you can stand before me
And tell me all my faults,
Tell me my insecurities.
And when you’re all said and done
It’ll be my turn to pay my respects
Because when you looked down at us
You forgot that even you had overseers.
Because what you do
What you say
Is downright *****.
I am angry at your actions
Treating me as a carney boy
I am no freak
I am no freak
I am no freak
Leave me be!
Oh!
Leave this alone
Let me live my life
So what if you don’t like my music
So what that you don’t like my style
So what that you are to ***** to make your own
So what?
So what?

America
"the land of the free and the home of the brave"
Right?
No.
America is not/nor has it ever been free
See,
America has fallen,
it has crashed,
and it is burning.
America was meant to be paradise.
But the people are hurting,
and last I checked,
there is no pain in paradise.
There is injustice.
The rich stare at a boat full of money,
while the poor stare at an empty fridge,
begging for help.
America is the place where you are killed for your race,
and slandered for your ***.
America is the place where public schools forget who you are,
and college costs a life's worth of savings.
America is not what the founding fathers wanted.
The only thing that matters is the Benjamins.
No one gives a **** about justice,
and everyone only works to get drunk.
America owns crime,
and brings lies to the table.
America has lost its morals.
What happened?
war?
power
money
ALL OF THE ABOVE.
America has failed.
But here we are,
in a country that has stopped giving a ****.
So here's my question
*what's next?

Time is short,
*so just keep living

Concentration
(clap clap clap)
64
(clap clap clap)
no repeats
(clap clap clap)
or hesitation.  

What if I hesitate,
to concentrate
and what if I hesitate
to love
to live
*to breathe

Dont think things have to die.
Nothing has to die
See
I didnt want the relationship to die.
But it did.
And it didnt have to.
But you wanted to control my life
Every minute of it.
You needed to see who i talked to
Who i didnt
And you had to make sure you were it
Even though ive told you a thousand times that i am a loyal man that is yours forever.
Yet it wasnt enough.
Because you still tried
To hold my life
Like it was a ball
And eventually
You dropped it.
I admit
It was my fault i wasnt brave enough to end it earlier
So it ate at me
I became angry.
I was grumpy.
That ****** you off
So i ended us
The relationship died.
But if only you had honored my wish
Like i did yours
We could still be
Us

Rachel,
a friend I know.
She seems like
nothing could break
her spirit!
but then I learned'
how people in her town are
superficial.
She never talked to anyone
until two years ago.
Then , she opened up.
I met her so soon,
to bad
it wasn't earlier.
She makes me feel,
like i could fly.
I wish I could spend just one day,
to tell her,
how soon yet,
how much I appreciate
someone like her.
How I wish more people in the world
were like her.
I told her from the start,
I'm glad she's here.
I hope she'll remember,
I'll always be here.
=)

...
what's funny is
I always knew

she is gone
These thoughts run marathons through my head.
My head is against the wall
I feel the cold touch of it
Somewhat comforting to me.
I miss her
But i dont
My foot begins to tap
The house is so quiet, that it echoes.
She was so demanding
So controlling,
But
She was all i had.
But yet when i was with her
I felt like a martyr for love.
I believed it *could get better
But in the end
We reached an end
I feel so alone.
My friends tell me
your a guy.
Go get another ***
So what?!?!
Dont get attatched, just **** the *****
But i know that i love for love,
not ***
Amd i miss her
She was like a drug
I was addicted
But she was killing me inside.
So today i reside
Alone.

"Hold my hand" my mom used to say
She used to protect me.
Used to be there for me.
But see,
As all children do,
I grew up.
I grew angry
Because
She wasn't there
When I needed her.
Where was her hand
When dads hand was beating my face.
Where was her hand
When dad made sure I couldn't  move.
I used to think mommy will save me.
Nope.
She just watched
Not a day passed that she helped.
She was turned.
Mommy
Failed
Little
Zachary.
Now I've grown to know that I have no mom.  No dad .
Just distant memories of what life could be, and the fear it gives.
I am not an orphan.
I am an example
Of what life can offer
and what it *can't

If you think you can love me,
I'll give you a good chance.
But i must say
im really quite stubborn
I will insist that i am ugly
Which in fact i am
I will cry,
though im a guy.
I will fight for you,
Despite my own fright.
If you think you can love me,
I welcome you to try.
The question is
*do you accept this challenge, ***?

I was alive on a hot summer day,
I was feeling so good,
we had good food,
got me in the mood
for you,
you told me
for you a thousand times over,
you were my four leaved clover.
but as you wished
me to stay,
i cried that day.
i know i know
we enjoyed alot.
the ***
the journey we went on
countries we hadnt seen.
but girl,
i dont mean to say
i didnt want to go
i love you
but on that hot summer day
you told me
the stars were mine,
but that was my line.
I was supposed to tell you
about your eyes.
you wanted me to tell you
your *** was gold,
your ***** as sugar
so sweet.
but hey
I need
to say
i love you.
which is what you wanted.
but hell cant say enough,
like that day he called you a ****,
also the day i went to jail,
his face rearranged.
**** girl,
you make me do crazy things.
and you are ...
...
...
...
crazy

**** this ****
**** this place'
**** the world
**** my life
**** my school
**** my "home"
**** my soul
**** my things
**** my family
**** my job
**** my abuse
**** my state
**** my religion
**** my hopes
**** my dreams
**** my poetry
**** everything......

sometimes the only thing to say, is
its a beautiful day today
=)

If you ever chose me
me
I don't know what I'd do.
So real.
the love
I have
for you.
Love
is
you.
If you gave me a chance,
I'd take it to the moon.
No words to tell,
no mouths to speak
no eyes to see
no ears to hear
my love for you,
but your own
Allow me,
to try
And maybe,
you'll see
*why i love you so much

you thought i could be replaced
*thats ******* cute

If death surrounds me,
I shall not stop it.

If his soul is darkened by his experience, he has the greatest opportunity to improve the man he sees in the mirror.

The darkest places
somehow end up seeming like the brightest places.
The dark
places the light on subject.
I grew up in the dark
though not literally,
my whole life has been in the dark.
I've lived in it for half my life.
Abuse is a dark thing,
but instead of fearing it,
I decided to embrace the darkness.
I do not fear the dark,
shadows bow to me.
******' right I'm crazy.
I make the dark bend to light.
So be careful when you approach my territory,
because the darkness will fill your body,
leave you to die,
like it did to me
but I resurrected myself
in the darkness
So don't be afraid.
I am in the dark with you.
And I don't plan on leaving
*anytime soon

*******

can a man love a woman,
but not want to do anything about it?

The words spread a painful mist.
Dark red, like the results of his fists.
I was never looked at with a good eye,
No one ever understood just what the hell was really wrong with this guy.
I was always pushed to the side,
So they could walk in their hateful stride.
But this message is going to turn the tide,
Because
I am giving up.
I am laying my anger down.
I am proving that it is possible to escape this anger filled town.
I am showing that there are eyes that will see
The problems like the ones that has constantly affected me.
This feeling is skin deep.
But I am tired of looking at all these people, and their red razor wrists.
So when he raises his fists,
I’ll return the favor,
Give him the taste of blood he can painfully savor.
Break the silence,
Kiss this world goodbye,
I’m looking for another place to reside.
Let my soul run free,
Taste this cool, crisp air.
Yes, father, I do dare.
Though its not like you care.
Let me go.
Let me bleed on my own,
But please don’t ever go chasing me,
I’ll run six feet into the ground
Where the rainbows grow bound.

She speaks so kindhearted.
She looks so beautiful.
Her eyes as jade, so delightfully green.
They shine as a newly cleaned sword blade.
Her laugh so gentle,
Her smile so sentimental.
How do I say I think I like her?
She loves another man, but I feel I’m better.
Loyalty is a virtue
And she seems to live it well,
But that “guy”
Really nothing more than a hothead boy,
Doesn’t deserve something as perfect as her.
She reminds me of the trees,
Her natural beauty.
I know somehow she sees the real me in my eyes,
She recognized it the first time we actually spoke.
But when he’s around I feel like I need an invisible cloak.
I know what her
“Lover”
Is.
Who he is.
What he is really after.
After her body,
Not her heart.
But she must travel this path to learn,
Why this guy was single to begin with.
Why lust does not make a good pair with faithfulness, and gentleness.
I hope she will see that I can offer better…
Soon.

few words as possible.
what the ****?
why?

I was always alone
I have never had a home
I am always in a state of depression
Make me feel a confession comin on
(yeahhhhh)
So rise up *******
Get on your feet
Yeah, yeah
Here’s what you’ve earned
Come on
For old time’s sake,
Fight what you create

Hit me!
Hit me!
One more time!
Take this fight!

You come with a coward4
You’ve never been anything
You and me
Round after round
Circles and circles abound.
You sly ****
Don’t you dare try to buck!
You think you have a gift
You destroy everything
The scene is over
You’re done, and lost
You *******
Did it ever occur?
The things you did
The things you said
Burned a hole, straight through me.
So I scream
On top of my mother ******* lungs
Hit me!
Hit me!
You ****** me over time and time again
So I rise, are you ready?
I have no regret
Just as you
Gave no pity
I shall
Destroy you.
…
*******
*******!
Faces disappear
You will vanish
Feel the blade
Whisper to your heart
Feel the pain
Bleed everywhere
A single shot
For you, just standing there.
Ugh!
I ******* hate you!
Die with the rest
I’ll save you a place in hell.
Burn like the rest!
Don’t you see?
What you’ve done to me?
Hit me!
Hit me!
Back the **** up!
I’ve got a ******* plan for you!
I’ve got a place for you!
You will rot.
I’m not your little *****
So **** with the devil,
Father of lies.
Cut the ties.
And forget your name!
Take a number
They call 6-6-6
You match so well
So little devil, burn to a crisp
I am done
I accept what you done
Pay it back sevenfold.
Hit me!
Hit me!

I failed to see your  pain.
Im sorry.
I only hope you can get better.
I failed to realize how bad things were
Im sorry.
I failed to learn the signs  when  to act.
Im sorry.
Please  dont relive the  pain.
Grow from it.
Dont be frivaless.
Dont
Please just
Relax
I know its hard
And i failed to see it
But  im here  with and for you
Not until  the day ends
Not until  the night  ends
But  here  day or night  for support.
I've  failed enoigh
But  i wont fail you

this body.
Im so fat
people stare in disgust.
It doesn't matter how smart I am
or the fact that I have been told I was the greatest lover.
See,
I want to go.
I want to run!
Loose all this weight,
and have the perfect body.
Lumps on my stomach
to show I did a thousand sit-ups.
I want to woo the girls
with my stellar muscles,
and live up to my male expectations.
I wanna fix it.
I wanna fix me.
Because if love depends on it,
simply said,
i wanna be loved.
But no one does.
because I'm fat
I never wanted this,
but asthma took it's toll.
I used to be,
so skinny.
But,
good things don't last I guess.
I don't understand
why my body determines my love life.
Like, really?
I wanna fix my body.
I want to be able to take off my shirt with pride,
revealing every muscular detail,
but I can't.
"fat" gets in the way.
Pretty girls,
tell me.
Why can't I be?
Tell me
what is truly wrong with me.
I'm not even that big,
but I do have a bit of a belly.
I get so upset,
when rejection is key
due to my size plea.
I can't do this.
I wanna be loved.
But I wanna fix
this fatal flaw.
Love me?
For me?
please?

I want to be loved.
I want someone to take me
out of this dark world,
and put me into a new one.
I want a lover who will tell me I am OK,
and truly mean it.
I want someone who I can trust,
someone who I can love
without question,
without doubts,
without anger
without jealousy.
I often wonder
if I am worthy of love.
Everytime I thought I found it,'
it always ended up never working out.
People make it look easy.
"all you gotta do is
have ***,
make out,
and give gifts"
well, sorry but you are wrong.
I want the lust,
but I want it to be original.
I want someone to recognize me,
and lust for me
I often feel like I am ugly.
I wish someone would tell me I'm wrong,
that my weight does not define my worth.
I wish I could love someone who would love me for who I am.
Everything about me.
My faults,
my humor,
my everything.
Truth is,
I don't think theres anyone out there
that is truly meant for me.
And so what I'm a guy
does that mean anything?
I don't believe people like me,
that people would think I have value.
I can't remember
being complemented.  
But, I don't want to seem conceded.
I just hope there is someone somewhere,
that will love me,
and call me bae,
because they think I really am worth their love.
You think I will?
"There will be someone who will come along"
"There's always more fish and the sea"
and for what, to be called a man *****?
Really?
Come on.
You can't be serious!
I am a human being.
I have emotions.
I recognize beauty both outside and inside quickly,
but why can't anyone see that in me?
Makes me wonder,
what is wrong with me?
Why can't I be loved?
Why?
Why can't it never work out?
Why am I the one who everyone asks out because of a dare
tell. me. why.
"people are cruel"
I've heard it before.
I wish they would ask me for real,
love me for real.

you want me to write
about happy things,
but i like to write
dark things.
You tell me you favor the happy ones,
but do you not like the dark ones
because they are true?
Because they come so close to reality?
Do you feel what I feel?
Have you dealt with the things I have?
I wish you could tell me.
But people live in silence
and that is just simply
how the world works.

He is scared of everything.
He is abused at home.
He is afraid to cry, afraid to ask for any sort of help.
He is prideful
Some say it is his downfall.
He is afraid of his father.
His expectations cut at him like razors,
He was always bleeding somewhere.
He couldn't sleep at night.
The thoughts of his father's hate kept him up, sleepless nights and dozens of lost fights.
His bones ached from "punishments"
He wants to **** himself.
Pills wouldn't be enough
Cutting wouldn't be enough
Suicide itself wouldn't be enough.
He believed in God his whole life.
Until he decided to ask god to bring him to safety
And nothing happened
His loss in Christianity was like being shot,
just another wound
He was always alone.
At school, his silence echoed through the halls.
He often pondered what life would be like without him.
But then believed those thoughts were too common.
He believed he was nothing.
He believed he had truly been summoned to hell, but been aloud to live.
No one loves a loner
He told himself.
After all,
He'd seen the proof.
He counted the bruises that trailed his arms,
wishing he was aloud to feel something
but his emotions were as numb as the man inflicting the pain.
He was done.
He was sick.
But sometimes the sick don't get better
Happy endings are fairy-tales.
No mother could dare save him from himself...
Or his father.
He WAS SO ANGRY
THE HELL WOULDNT JUST go AWAY
HE CANT TAKE IT
SO THAT DAY
He took a gun
HELD IT SO CLOSE TO HIS FACE,
THE GUN FELT THE SWEAT.
THE GUN COULD SMELL HIS BREATH AS HE COULD SMELL THE GUNPOWDER.
Before long, he would be free
his soul
FLYING AWAY
becoming more than abuse.
He
had no real chance to live.
All these thoughts
come together like a sick narrative.
"Get over it"
"******* queer"
"Trash...he's ******* trash"
"*******, that kid"
PAIN
None of it matters though
because the gun already spoke
at the sound of a 5-block radius.
It spoke so loudly
one word
Bang
and the body released a river of crimson relief.
To flow
on
*to heaven.

I've reached
the point
of breaking
I'm sorry.
My love
was just too much
See
I need this
feeling
I
am sorry.
I could not be
Everything you wanted.
This is just the point
that tips me.
To the end
I wish I could see
everything that I'm not.
Because obviously
I am not anything.
At. All
thank you,
for showing me this.
Well,
anyways
I guess I know,
what not to do next time
Because you made me realize
I have failed
I can drink away the pain
or smoke away this anguish
but that cannot take
your loss away
You
were my drug
my hope
my dreams
You made me believe.
But after all
*all things end

I  am I quiet person,
but don't let that fool you.
Just because I am a silent person,
doesn't mean I will not attack.
Just because I don't talk much,
does by no means say that I do not know how to defend myself.
Just because I don't speak what you want to hear,
doesn't mean that I can't.
I have my opinions,
But I don't decide to be ignorant about them,
no instead I keep them to myself.
I hide them under my bed
with the monsters that constantly bite at my heels.
Just because I never talk about girls,
doesn't mean I'm gay.
Just because I don't tell you anything,
doesn't mean I don't know how to talk.
Because i can.
I do not suggest pushing me any more,
or else you WILL find out

"some days man, some days"

just because I won't
doesn't mean I can't

All I needed was someone to listen
*and you couldn't even do THAT

I grazed your body this morning.
I was caught in the sweet scent of your perfume
Your sudduction was unlile anything before.
You are beautiful,
Maybe even too beautiful
I couldnt stop thinking.
You look at me
With those kind eyes
The kind that seems to whisper
Love me.
I long to see you
This dawn thats coming
Cant make me feel
This singing sensation.
You
Are in my heart
*will you stay for me?

Merely
ghosts
floating in the dark
My mind is yet of
a puppeteer
*with no puppet

Do me a favor  and love me.
For real.
Love me and hold me
I may be a guy but im a guy who needs affection
Love me because you cant help it.
Love me for me
My wierdness
My faults
And my lovable spots.
Tell me i am the one
I need  you to tell  me.
See,
I cant help but notice
I love you
Regardless
It cant be one sided.
You look at me
And i cant help  but see
A little twinkle in your eyes.
You've  told me
You'd  be here for me.
And i need you
As much now
As i did  then
I want you to love me
So deeply
So strongly
So immensely
Like we  were a pair from the start
Please love me this time.
Dont let me die here alone.
Give me a hand  to hold
A shoulder  to lean on
A soul to love.
I love you so much
And i need you
To love me too

she says we can't
and I guess that's okay
I don't have a choice,
but that doesn't mean I don't love her anymore.
I love her so much.
I want to melt her heart just once.
just once
I want to kiss her
just once
I want to know what it feels like
to be loved by her
though, I can't,
that is my dream,
and I don't want to let that dream be just a dream.
She is so beautiful.
Like, ****.
She is perfect.
Even when she is tired,
when she is hyper,
and...
even when stealing clay.
she is everything to me.
I love talking to her,
being with her.
Always.
I know she doesn't want me.
she can't I guess.
But I want her so bad.
I can't stop believing.
someday we could be.
But reality says,
"she doesn't like me"
I love her.
So much.
Tell me,
what can I do?
I want to win her heart,
even though she wants another guy to have it.
She is perfect.
she is perfect
I say sorry so much,
because
I don't want to mess anything up,
I always mean it
I love the way she is.
I don't know what to do about this?
I really can't do anything.
But I think,
Zach,
you're in love.
But Zach,
I really don't know if she is in love with you.
I have no idea if there is something wrong with me.
She won't tell me.
But something keeps me going.
I just...i don't even know.
I hope she knows this is for her.
I don't know if you like this,
I'm sorry
I just want you to know,
I like you so much.
Please,
just know.
*please read this,
you,
the girl I like

False
Evidence
Appearing
Real
right?
No.
Fear is all too real for me.
I'm scared to be alone,
yet, so scared to be with people.
I fear her death.
I fear *my own
See,
I am scared to speak up
against him
I don't expect you to understand.
The reputations take over,
and
"Madness,
as you know
is just like gravity.
All it takes is a little push"
My fear is caused
by pushing
and shoving
and hitting
heartbreak, too.
fear is all so real
So don't tell me that god has got it.
Because,
I am afraid.
I am not wonderfully and beautifully made.
For real
Emotions
Acting
Recklessly.
that
ladies and gentlemen,
is the true meaning of *fear

life ***** and then you die*
So who the **** wants to die alone