I ****** up.
I just want you to make love with me.
I'll forget about her. I will.
I know you care
its just hard to believe that
someone like you could
care
about someone
like me.

I want to be held and I want to cry and have somebody kiss the tears from my eyes and when I say that I'm worthless I want you to kiss the words out of my mouth.

Small cut on my right
hip. Small enough to be
okay, large enough to
remind me
that I will never be good
enough.

I don't know
if I write
poetry
or just
diary entries in
prose

Every guy that I
****
is another reminder that
we are
never
never
never
getting back
together.
And this time.
It's my choosing.

Yesterday was the day
where
I daydreamed about
you
crawling back to me.
I would say,
"I'm happy. Yeah, I'm sad too, but I'm also happy. And I don't want to give it up."
But.
I'm about to start a *** of coffee.
I don't think I can hold the tears back much longer.
Nope. Now they're falling.
And I.
I'm weak.
I used to want you to hit me. But you never did.
You never did.

When I read the words of
other writers
my mind gets blown.
Beauty that great
is something I want
(***** that, Need)
to achieve,
to be.
I don't even know.
Maybe someday
I will
(know that is)

I'm breaking
b
r
e
a
k
i
n
g
I cannot be strong anymore.
Where the **** is help

I am too much.
I feel too deeply
I live too much.
I think too big.
I want more than is possible.
I cannot stop dreaming.
This is my curse

Sometimes
I just want
everything to end up going
right.

In my dreams
it's okay.
And when I
sleep
you
hold me.
But in real life.
Dreams stay
silent.
I am alone.
Craving
attention.
Craving being
wanted.
I understand why.
And yeah,
part of me craves
this too.
Craves
hurt and anger.
Hey. I crave
yells and hits and why didn't
you?
Hold me or hate me.
Both will
break me.

Can I just
break down and
let it all out.
So tired of
being
okay
perfect
normal.
I just want to
cry
scream
talk.
I need somebody to
hold me and
listen
and be there.
I need somebody to understand.

"Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you"
I want to fall
in love
tonight.
How about you?

Tonight
I want
to fall
in love

I just
need
to run away
from
myself.
Just for a little
bit.

Tonight I want to
cut.
Well, I actually want to be
loved.
But that's not happening

wanting to sleep, but not wanting to give into the nightmares
being scared that nobody is ever gonna want me
having so many meetings on a day where i just want it all to stop
being afraid to cry because i don't want anyone to know
biting my lips so much that they are constantly bleeding
not having anybody to cuddle with
searching for anything that will distract me a little longer
knowing that they don't really care
wanting to be hugged, but it not happening
looking in the mirror and hating what i see
being homeless and eighteen and wanting to be a teenager
taking the ******* bus everywhere
always having hunger pangs
please
please
please
help me

I think sometimes I like to mess up because then people get mad at me.
And I deserve to be gotten mad at.

If I look up
at the stars
every night
And wish
with everything I have in me
Will you grant it?

I don't date
anymore.
But with you I wouldn't
mind
being stupid and letting go.
I mean
I kind of
already
am

I want
love

I just wanna be loved.
Can you tell me I'm beautiful?
Even if it's a lie.
Will you let me call you
when the tears fall
and I can't make them stop.
Will you hug me?
Will you make me stay when
I want
to run?
Will you be there
when both
the sun sets
and rises.
Maybe won't work.
I know that means no.
I need a yes.

I am composed of
heartbreak
and
poetry

I like the song, “Someone Else” because it’s how I feel. Like exactly.
It’s all, “if you’re looking for love know that love don’t live here anymore. He left with my heart”
If you’re trying to find pretty then you need to look somewhere else”
I think she cut off her hair for a lot of the same reasons I did.
“I've turned into someone else”
Yep. She knows it.

Why do you write?
Asks my English book.
So I say why
and man,
it really makes me wanna
write.
I do it
(writing that is)
to make something
out of nothing.
I do it
to make something
beautiful
(hopefully)
I do it
because how can I not?
Writing is like breathing for me.
What is it for you English book?

He loved her.



                                                                                                            She loved him too.



                                                  That was enough.

Kiss my tears away. Kiss them away.
I need you.
I used to believe in fairy tales and now I'll settle for someone who just grabs me tight and lives me until I fall asleep.
Make my hands hurt from writing so much **** poetry about you.
Promise me you won't go and keep it.
Just ******* keep it.
When you read this know that km crying and missing you and I don't know you but my heart does. But my soul does.
These bruises in my skin. These scratches on my back are from trying to fill a void that is so far inside of me I can't even see the bottom.
Bit I'm looking and I'm stepping and   screaming the words to this Ron pope song in hopes that they materialize in the form of you.
I will hold your hand and make you laugh. I will kiss you until you can't breathe. I will live you until all you know is love.
I'm here. Waiting. Searching. I know you are too.
Take my hand. Let's rest

She believed
She wasn't
good
enough
and so
she
wasn't

I just want to go
to sleep.
But I hate the dreams and the
waking up.
Which is worse?

God. I am so tired
of this
life. What did I
do?
What did i do?
I want to be sitting in the park with someone who
loves me.
And we'll be singing and talking about
the meaning of life.
And I'll get cold and he'll hold me.
He'll hold me.

I am writing on this computer so that I don't
write
on my arms.