We're all lost. it's as simple as that,
We're all tied to a boulder at the bottom of the river,
Only some can cut the rope,
but there are some of us who wriggle and writhe but never get free.
sinking to the bottom, bubbles bursting out of our reach.
how many of us will stay here and how long can we last?

all that blame, well darling it has to go somewhere.
it may not be yours but no one really cares,
it's not their problem.
plastic gets melted, and fake gets caught.
no where to hide and no where to sleep.
so all that blame goes to the one who can't even buy it.
guess the only one to blame is
you.

“When” anger runs through me like a wildfire.

I have these Twisted thoughts come into my mind making me wonder if I'm rotten to the Core.

“Because” suddenly I'm not the nice girl from next door.

I'm a monster in a cage and that cage is called my skin and I'm itching to get out and to play with your mind as Revenge. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

silently wandering, traversing
the vastness, waithing for a whisper, anything
that shows life or love.
i guess the wasteland took away all hope, all truth, all passion.
no escaping this reality, surrounded by fleeting dreams
and fireflies blinking like starlights, Cascading drops glisten
in the twilight, reminding us that forever is a blink,
because we all need something
more than eternity.

it's now or it's never,
we hope it's forever.
it's just us against this world,
trust me we'll make it
plenty can break us
nothing can **** us
the rope can't break it just gets coarse.
we're not afraid to break cause it always comes back together.

i'm done with the short and sweet,
i'm not that girl, i'm the deep and critical,
he wasn't my blue sky, hell, there was barely a him.
it didn't remind me of home, i don't even know what home is,
i'm done with your lies as if you understood.
   so now ask yourself this question
               are you the fraud.
have i called out your lies and flaws?
have i chilled your bones and bursted your bubbles?
            oh darling, these are simple things.
      just watch yourself, you can't be simple forever.

they told me to sign on the dotted line,
they told me to walk the dotted line,
they taught me to make a dotted line
they taught me to be a dotted line,
what would they say if i cut, just below
their ******* dotted line.