As I sit here,
in this class
I feel the stares.

People were looking
at me,
the way I looked at myself

As I sit here,
in this class
I try to hold back the tears.

I can't let them fall,
I must seem strong.

how was it that easy
to drop everything
and give up on me?

how was it that easy
to forget the memories
and never speak to me?

how was it that easy
to feel happy
knowing what you did to me?

please teach me how.

It kills me inside,
It really does.
I know you will never
feel the same about me.
How could love a girl like me?
So many mistakes,
errors,
and they aren't hidden.
Each and everyone is written,
in the scars on my skin.

it was obvious.
she showed it.
in her voice,
in her eyes.

how come you didn't see it?
how come you didn't care?
home come you waited until it was too late?

how come?
                                                   (b.t.)

I'm not just in love with you.
I am in love with the sound of your voice,
The smile you make when you are happy,
The sparkle in your eyes,
& mostly..
I am in love with you
for being who you are.

                                           -b.t.

What did I do wrong?
Where did I mess up?
Was it my personality?
Should I change?
I don't understand.
What happened to us?
I things where going to get better,
but it only got worse.

Hidden away in the back of the drawer,
is a letter my father wrote me from his prison cell.
It contains words that were fastly written
with the tip of a ball-point pen.
It asked for forgiveness.
It contains promises of never going back.

Hidden away in the back of the drawer,
is another letter written 2 years later.
With the  same fastly written words,
asking and promising for the same things
that were once said before.