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He
He
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.
Please help anyone who you see that just isn't okay. Sometimes, their life depends on it.
When a heart breaks,
there is no surgeon to fix it.
There is no medication to remedy the pain.
When a heart breaks,
no amount of duct tape can hold it together.
Why must it be that because I'm s guy,
I am supposed to not feel heartbreak.
See,
Life is love.
And without love,
What is life?
MY heart is tired.
It has been taken,
returned,
taken,
returned.
One more return and I think I just might die
This place we call Earth hurts.
It really is a ****** up place.
Heartbreak is painful,
I know.
I just don't want it to happen again.
I want to love someone,
who loves me
and who will hold me
for the rest
of my life
Has anyone ever told you that you're like a cloud?
...

**the moment you go away everyone else's day gets brighter
If you're going to hell,
don't worry
*The best people are
her
her
acting apart
my teeth chatter,
my blood with a splatter.
please baby,
don't make my heart shatter.
welcome to this grim facade.
Tons of work
Not to consider a perk.
welcome to this crazy
world in which we reside.
don't think
you can escape.
once your here,
your trapped
locked in.
Done,
shut.
This chasing wish.
Covered in a bright green dish.
These clouds will consume you.
**are you ready?
"I have feelings for you low key"
I am saved.
ten ws
tell me
*why were you crying?
HI
Hm?
Hm?
Bullies are just bullies, right?
But what if its your *father?
I sit here,
listening to the lecture.
I sit here,
wishing to go home.
But then I really think about
home.
Your home is not the same as mine.
My house is not my home.
At home, memories of pain exists.
At home, the weapons used against me lie on the counter,
waiting to strike again.
I think of home and I cry,
not because I want to go back,
but because I never want to go back.
Your hair is as black as the night
Yet shines in the light.
Honey,
Your smile
Toys with my heart.
Theres something about you.
your eyes
Forgive me for being vague
But im afraid your beauty has me at a bit of a loss.
I wish i could buy you the moon
And catch that crow you always wanted.
I want to take your sorrow
And bury it deep within the ground.
I want to hold your hand
And fly you to the sky
That way
You could touch the clouds
And breathe in the stars.
Honey
Please
wont you be mine?
Honey
Wont you be my countess
My supreme ruler.
Be my queen
Guide me on this path
So i may melt your heart.
Your skin
Bronze and perfect.
Your perfume
Catches me with every pass.
No no no
How can this be?
Perfection isnt supposed to be possible
And yet
here you are
Bending my heart
Beating faster as you pass.
****
What kind of love is this
You got me
Writing for you.
Chelseax,
Thia is for you.
So honey,
Please join me
*tonight and forever
For a special girl. I dont know if this is good. What do you guys think?
I am a male.
I am straight,
like many males.
But,
I have desires.
I want to be lusted for..
I want to be wanted.
I want to be loved.
I want to feel like someone would die for me at the drop of a hat.
I ask myself.
Is that okay to feel?
Is it okay for me to want people to love me?
Is that selfish?
Because it seems like i do all of these for others,
but they don't for me.
What is it?
What did I do?
Why am I not worth your admiration?
Do I deserve this?
Do I deserve the constant shunning?
Isn't that why I write?
Isn't that why I shall be in silence?
Is it bad to want someone to have a crush on me?
To want to know me.
Or does it show all that i have lived without...
Hey guys
It's me
Just wanted to say hi
To everyone
Yes, even you
How are you?
How long has it been since someone had asked  you that?
Well, this is really a good time to ask.
So tell me
How are you?
How to become popular.

If you are reading this, it’s probably an indicator that your life is rotten, and that you really just need a quick guide to get through this curse we call the teenage years. Well, read carefully, because messing up just once can ***** up your chances with that girl you have a crush on in 2nd period, or your chances of getting voted in as president for student counsel, or simply having any hope of getting a homecoming date. If you are reading this, it likely means you want to fit in…and everyone wants to fit in.  First, you have to be able to recognize the social patterns, manipulation by the media, and, most importantly, you have to be able to know yourself. It starts with the man in the mirror. Staring at that man who barely seems to glance back, and deciding to change him…for them. First, open Facebook. This platform, which you just barely are allowed to be on, has etched its way into your everyday routine. Even before you have the day’s outfit on, check Facebook, twitter, Instagram, whatever you got. Because in the end, this is what counts. This is where people decide if you are an acceptable addition to the mainstream society we have all come to know and love. Anyways, on these platforms are your social rating. Social rating you say? Yep. Whether you like it or not, it exists. It’s called different things based on what social sites you use. It could be labeled “followers”, or “friends”, or whatever it is that they decide to call it. This number is key, and the goal is to watch it go up and up and up, until you are on top of the world, known by everyone you see, and get 4000 likes in the first hour of posting a selfie. But, in order to get that kind of power, it starts with what’s in your closet and your dresser. Those clothes that you spent way too much money to own is what is going to get the girl, start new trends, and set you apart from the crowd. Of course, you want everything to be coordinated, every shirt, every pair of pants, every pair of shoes, EVERYTHING must match. One bad outfit could risk your followers, your friends at school, and your overall popularity in general. Instead of being told you look like a snack, people will look at you like a moldy piece of cheese, and that…well that’s social suicide. The moment you let your guard down about your appearance, even if it’s a zit on the side of your face, or a blackhead that decided to say hello to your friends, you risk your social position that you worked so hard for. Once you’ve picked out another flawless outfit, made sure there’s not one wrinkle in sight, made sure that those shoes you bought are spotless, then, and only then, can you step into society’s playground. If you’re old enough to own a car, make sure it’s clean, just in case you wanna show that girl you like your wheels, and maybe offer her a ride sometime. If you’re not old enough, or maybe just don’t have the funds to meet this accommodation, than ask whoever drives you to school to leave early, just so you can avoid everyone at school seeing the 10 year old family vehicle that’s been the taxi, the fun bus, the vehicle of doom, the everything-that-you-don’t-want-people-to-see kind of car. But of course, if you don’t have a car, but mommy and daddy have been fortunate enough to buy a sports car, than show up during the rush of other kids getting to school and ask your guardian to rev the engine extra loud so people know you arrived. It’ll look great, trust me. Once you’re at school, you’ll want friends that will make a big deal about you to greet you as you step out. Make sure they’re loud, and make sure you’re loud about the crazy crap you may or may not have done last night. In the end, it’s all about how they see you. Do this or lose your status.
This was made to call out society, and how **** runs...
First, you look them in the eye.
Say, " it wont be the last time"
Watch them cry.
Let your heart break.
Hold them tight.
Remember this night
Because
It may be all that will remain
Trying to capture restraint.
You let them speak
Not just hearing but listening to their words.
Let the ghosts between you free.
Bury the hatchet and let the crown rise up.
Tell the one that they're the one.
Look away
Cry some more
And close the door.
That
As hard as it is
Is the way
We can say
Goodbye
If anyone is having to say goodbue, let this be a margin of where to reside. I didnt have a choice to say goodbye, but rest assured this person will live on
"cut my life into pieces,
this is my last result.
Suffocation
no breathing"
Papa Roach
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!
A new song
Cut me to show me that I bleed
Things wait
To get better.
No telling when
How
But things are always ******
The delays
Non proper days.
Make sence of this.
I cant
Or start talking.
Which to that
I'll simply tell you to
hush
Shhhhhhh
Do not leave this behind.
This is the origins of
A new begining.
Hush
They'll tell you.
Let it happen.
Swirling blackness blurred everywhere.
Touched
In all the wrong ways.
Hush.
Hit every day.
Hush
Taken to a strange place
Hush
Murdered
Hush.
All cut up
Hush
When does the madness end?
Is it okay to ask
Or is my answer
**hush
I am down
I am worn
I am tired
I am hurt
I am bruised
I am torn
But i am a surviver
I prevail
I am an overcomer
And i will
*keep fighting
I feel like im wrestling with love.
Its choking me
Its punching my ribs
So many times
I have believed in love,
And each time
The haven i build only burns down
I am left with the smallest frown.
I fight for love,
But it dies anyways.
Numerous times i have gone up to bat
But my heart recieved its third strike
My heart has been shot
My heart has been strewn everywhere.
Little pieces reside in memories.
I have fallen so many times
Scraping my knees each time.
I get hurt too much,
But yet
I still believe.
I believe there is a girl
Who believes there is a boy
That will understand her.
That will understand me.
Even though i still havnt seen its full effect yet,
i am willing to die
**for what could be
i am a screamer.
I love the beat of the drums. I love the high pitched screams. I love my bands. but somehow i am not accepted. I wish people could hear the beauty in BMTH's lyrics, the real talent that people  just push aside because the performance is different. I scream. I know how to do what i do. and it hurts that so many people hate on the art. The music.And the reason is that "screamo" saved me
I am me.
You can't take that away from me,
my individuality.
I am me,
and I will continue to slit my wrists,
to bleed diamonds,
I will write poetry,
so you can read my words,
I will do all of this
for you
Through adversity,
I show my diversity
The poets are in the house.
One night stand.
here 'em slam
hear them call out what problems we face.
Yes, folks it all a race.
Time to pin it *** up face first.
But wait.
Is that what you expect of me?
You want me to be a magical poet,
singing to your heart with my words.
You want me to turn you on
with the slightest sight of a sentence.
And not have a single bit of repentance.
I am a poet,
but not the thing you always want me to be.
Im not the sexiest poet,
im not the smartest poet,
no,
im just me
Im having the worst day of my ******* life.
No lie.
I sliced my hand open
I threw away about 30 bucks
Im ******* worn out already
Im *****
I tripped 4 times today
And i have a ******* headache.
I cant think straight.
What i need
Is a monster
A popsicle
And a ******* hug
Its been a bad day
Is it bad
That i want to be someone big
Someone great?
Because
All my life
I've felt like i've been in a bubble,
Aaaalways in trouble.
I want to finally become someone people like.
Right now i feel alone,
But somehow i feel like its the start of the end.
I want to build a fanbase.
I want to live
better
Do you think i can?
Another bad poem im sorry
When im around you,
i find myself biting my tongue
...
**alot
You told me this life wouldn’t pay off
You told me I would fail.
Hoping I should say.
You wanted me to become frail.
You used to tease me for being a *****
But that’s the way you made me.
This allowed you to analyze me
Poke around at me like I was a ******* lab rat.
But now that I am older
I realize that.
You were hoping that I would lay down and let you off easy,
You were hoping that I would laugh at your jokes which were so cheesy.
But I am standing.
I cant let myself die now.
You tried everything
You tried taking away my play when I was young,
Then my laughter by shunning me to my room,
Then my music and my friends
And now you try to take my dignity,
Man you have got to be ******* me.
Is it wrong to want a little respect?
After all,
I bleed the same color blood as you do.
Though I am a step son,
I try to step it up to become up to your standard.
But I am only met by pure slander.
I cant believe I am haunted by the smell of cigarettes
The bitter smell of it that lingers in your nostrils for days.
I knew that when I smelt your smoke,
You can guess who was coming.
I will never forget these scars that you elegantly stabbed into me.
I will never lose my gratitude for the bruises you have so lovingly begotten unto me.
You thought you could overtake my emotions
Treat the word abuse as easy as the word I love you
Made me constantly feel like what the **** do I do?
You
Are an evil man
You wonder why god doesn’t help you,
It is because god never meant to make a mistake like you.
And you know its true.
Dad, there have been many days I thought of you as a hero,
But then you chose to make me feel like I was on ground zero.
Im sorry I am not your real child,
But you don’t have to make fun of my family name,
Treat me so lame
Im done with you.
All these apologies are met with your broke *** analogies
And you leave me to say
Hey,
Please let me forget your actions today.
I know the thought of my success scares you,
Makes you feel suicidal,
Well how’s that for payback for making me feel homicidal?
For years I wanted run
And die
But I wasn’t brave enough, so I chose to cry.
I will never forget those memories because somehow they made me who I am today.
I am able to say that I survived, and still surviving.
Because no matter how many phone calls are made to the abuse hotline,
I still have to serve my time
In your house.
With your anger.
Whats with the term step anyways?
Like is it that I am a step down from your family?
Is it the one last step you couldn’t take so you could call mom a **** because she had a kid before you?
Because to be honest you didn’t just take my happiness, you stole hers too.
She is afraid of you, and that’s not called love.
That’s called oppression,
And you are the dictator at the pulpit.
More and more I find these writings are for you
And the question is if you really deserve my time.
So with that said,
*******
And goodbye.
for my father.
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
For a friend  in hard times.
I failed.
I failed
I failed
I could have stopped it
everything
But
you guessed it
I failed.
I failed at keeping myself okay,
I was worried on keeping everyone else happy.
I failed at knowing how to love.
I failed at remembering how to be happy.
After what feels like a lifetime being shrouded in darkness,
I have failed to bring lightness to the world.
I bring darkness,
like a storm brings destruction.
I failed to gather the joy
I left it to die.
I failed
But,
its okay.
If i could visit myself in the past
i'd tell him 3 simple words
"hold on,Zach"
But only I would know,
that that's what he needed to hear,
when he was close to ending it all
I'd tell him to love, never forget who he was,
and live his life the way I do now.
I'd tell him he is worth a lot.
God told me so.
I would tell him someone would eventually love him,
more than any girl ever did before.
I'd tell him to prepare, for the deaths yet to come.
And be the one to be brave.
I want him to believe in himself,
because that was a major flaw.
I'd tel him to think outside the box, and be the bigger man.
I would thank him, for holding on this far,
because it gave me a chance to live
Zach, thank you, from your future self.
you made it count,
don't stop trying
I owe it all to you
And that's what I'd say
if i could go back
ever wonder what you would say to your past self?
suicide.
It seems like its a hot topic around here.
Around there.
Really, around everywhere.
The sound of it makes some sick,
but it also makes some grin.
See, what i think,
is what if I did it.
Would I be missed?
Would anyone notice that I am gone?
because, it seems like no one notices me anyway.
If I **** myself,
how would people find out?
would they hear the truth,
or would they be told a silly little lie.
After all,
I wouldn't be around to prove it's a lie.
If I died today,
who would point fingers at who?
Who's "fault" would it be?
The abusive father?
The dismissive mother?
The supportive girlfriend?
Who would they blame?
How big would it get,
OR
how small would it disappear?
How would my fellow poets know?
Would they notice that I stopped writing?
I'm afraid to see,
what the world would be like
without me
no i am not planning on killing myself, but these are things i wonder.
When I die
I want to be laid to rest in the meadows.
I want to be remembered for who I was,
and the things I might do someday.
I hope people will miss me,
though I cannot guarantee that.
I hope my children will tell the stories of their dad to my grandchildren with ease.
I dont know when I may go,
but when I do,
remember that I was here,
and don't let me travel to the land of the
*forgotten
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
Dont take privileges as a debt
Imaging what you have that others dont...even if that means being heard and being able  to speak
If i told you i needed help
would you listen?
Or would your silence
Echo off the walls.
See my life is like a car,
Sometimes moving fast
And other times so **** slow.
If i told you i feel hurt inside
would you not just hear
but listen
to what i said
I need someone to care.
Im tired of trying to fight alone.
Im tired of trying to survive at a table for one.
If i told you
I cry all over my body
And each tear is a knife
And they are leaving scars on my flesh,
Would you cut me a bandage,
Sop up my blood,
Or leave me to bleed out.
If i told you
I was alone and my demons are taunting me
would you get me out
Or would you keep walking
or keep scrolling...
Im not begging for attention,
But one cannot be expected to be alone and silent like a life long detention.
If i told you
I was ready to confess everything
Come clean from my secrets,
Strip myself naked so you could see my imperfections
would you care even the slightest bit
Or are you so selfish
And so ignorant
To walk on
And leave this person to die.
If i told you i was ready to die
would you blame it in cliche,
Or believe it and save me from damnation

Its time to think.
It could be up to you
This isnt just my world,
Its yours, too
and dont you want to be
somebody
To someone?
I need you.
Because all of these "if i told you's
Are becoming
**im telling you
Help people. Dont leave them alone. Provide help. Depression is very real, and it is all around us. Repost if this means something to YOU
I want to be a king,
just for one day.
I want to know what it feels like
to have all power
limitless power
I would force this thing you call abuse
into the corner it originated from.
I wish I could be the man of the hour
for one day
This time will be mine.
I will sit, finally being able to show my face.
I want to emerge from depression,
rise from the black water,
and come re-done,
not undone
I wish I could lead.
I would give the peasants a life worth living,
tyranny would be nowhere seen.
In my rule,
everyone is loved,
and all are happy.
If I was a king for a day,
I would do my best
to make this world
a better place
I feel so afraid,
to be small all my life.
I want to be king,
Because I am nothing now.
nothing
at
all
I don't know what this life
has to offer  
I want this world under fire.
But not by my rule.
The leaders have brought us down.
i see the people
they Are hurting.
I want to end pain.
I see the pain.
I want to end poverty
I see the poverty.
I want to stop the people who want to **** themselves,
I want to be the all protector.
Is this bad?
No more will I be a helpless kid,
but a fearless leader.
If only I was king
*just for one day
If my body was as broken of my heart,
there would be a million pieces of me everywhere.
If I was my heart, I would have scars all over,
I would be bleeding all over.
As if heartbreak wasn't serious,
I would be visiting the doctor on a daily bases.
If I were my heart,
I would be big but feel so small.
I would have trouble deciding my morals,
and I would have an attack every time I see your face.
I I where my heart,
I would struggle to keep fighting,
to keep breathing.
If I were my heart,
I would be dead.
I would be gone,
because she had my heart,
it was never returned.
I would be kept under lock and key,
not seeing a peek of daylight.
If I were my heart,
I would have cracks all over my body,
and one little sneeze would crash me down to dust.
If I were my heart.
Oh if I was.
I'd day after every mean comment.
I would melt at the sight of beauty,
and I would never let myself go.
Oh,
If I were my heart.
dedicated truth
If you  love me
I will be the most loyal companion.
If you love me
I will hold you forever
Each kiss will  hold meaning
And each "i love you" will be sincere
If you love me
I will lay down my  life for you
I will give you everything i got.
My time will  be yours
My life will be yours.
If you love me
I will  give everything to ensure your happieness.
If you love me
I will stand  for you
I will comfort you with every piece of love i have  
If you love me
I will be kind and loving
Caring and  apologetic
If you love  me
I will be forever.
If you love me
I will grab the moon
Wrangle all the stars together
And fit them into a snow globe.
All for you.
If you will allow  me to love you
*we will be unstoppable
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I love to hear a guitar wine,
and I love to hear musician's voices shine.
My life seems worthless,
but i live.
I do not praise Jesus for this miracle,
but music.
Music has brought me up from the lowest places.
Music saved me from the meanest faces.
I can't decide how to feel,
when all I hear
is music.
I feel the rush,
I feel the emotions.
The squeal of a violin
makes me crave emotions.
The beat of drums make my heart thump fast.
The flow of the voices
guides my blood.
Lord, I love music.
I love the way they fill my ears,
and echo through my heart.
Its fair to say,
I live
because of music
An ode to music
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i love people for the way they are.
I love the quirky laughs.
I love the strange looks people get on their faces.
I love the way people talk about everything and anything.
I love to see people for who they are inside.
Because that is what should matter, right?
What should matter is what we do and how we do it.
But somehow society has altered our thinking.
They altered us to stress about our latest Instagram photo
When we should be caring about eachother's feelings.
We've lost our way.
We need revival.
Today's world. Enough said
Your lip quivers
Your body shivers
I know you're hurt.
Your heart is suffering internal damage.
I know you need someone to listen,
And be here.
So here i am.
I am standing here
Holding out my hand
To cover and hold your bruises.
To hold your body
And let you cry
On me.
You never deserved this
not him
Not the pain

You deserve love.
And i,
Love you.
And i hold you
To put your toubled mind
*to peace
How many people tell you that?
Maybe  alot?
Maybe not very often?
Well  i love you!
Yes,  you!
The reader.
YOU!
I love you!
You may be thinking
why?
BECAUSE  dear reader, you cared to read my words!
YOU took this time to let me tell you i love you.
I love your individuality
you dont know me
I dont need to.
You are a beautiful  person, no matter what anybody says.
Reader,
You are so kind.
There is alwaus something we can do to make others happy.
Have i made you happy yet?
I am a lover,
Are you?
I love you, dear reader i really do.
I love you regardless  of gender,
Color
Or age.
Because u are reading this
Despite my gender color and age
Correct?
For those that know me
Hey!
For those who dont
Hi! Im zach
And welcome to my world.
Sometimes sad.
But right now,
Its full of you
*i love you
For you. Yes,  really you.
I love you
I love you for your personality.
I love it when you worry sick about me,
and you call out my name,
but I'm fine.
I just had to go for a bit.
I love you
for your scars,
they remind me that I am not alone
in this sick game of abuse
I love you
because you remind me that I have to be someone,
not no one.
Though not said,
you tell me I need to be here for you,
I need to let go of my past,
and help you with your future.
I love you
for everything you are,
and it doesn't matter what you think you're not.
You *are
my everything.
Lover gurl,
*I love you
I wish people would learn
I'm different
I hate how they always expect me to do
what everyone else does
I wish they would see
that I never do the average thing.
I don't think the way other men do,
nor do I act the way they do.
I wish people would know that they can trust me.
I wish they would know that I am always here for them
always will be
I am different.
I do not dwell in thoughts of ***,
I do not swim in guilt.
I am my own person
with strong morals,
a healthy passion,
and a heart that wants to love
Thats really all there is to me.
I wish people give me a chance
because I am
*different
I need to hear from you.
I just might die.
Cuz babe,
Im in love with you.
I need to hug you so tight
Cuz babe
Im in love with you.
I need you like the earth needs the moon
Baby,
I love everything about you.
You talk so sweet and
I cant stop thinking about you.
You are fresh beginings
Spurring the heat
The coolness
All combined.
Im in love with you.
I really am.
You are everything.
I know you are insecure
But baby
You are perfection
And i mean it.
I know you want to be adored
And baby
I adore you more than my life.
You are my best friend
You are my lover
You are my all.
Some day
I want to marry you.
Have a family
And be so happy.
My Queen,
Tell me
Are you just as in love?
Cuz babe
*im in love with you
with that said,
let's **** **** up
You want us to lose our minds
because we're just kids
Us kids
have a story
a story beyond Slenderman and Batman.
We live
we breathe
we abide by society,
but no one expects us
to fight back
I'm a 15 year old kid,
but I hold much more than *silence
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