To the kid that no one sits with at lunch
To the kid that has no friends
To the kid that can't feel love
To the kid that forgot how to smile
To the kid whose parents say "why'd I have to have one like this?"

To the kid who has to inflict pain to know they're still alive
To the kid who's in an endless cycle of depression
To the kid who has funky colored hair
To the kid who has no hair
To the kid that gets battered and bruised for who they are

To the kid that yearns for attention they never get
To the kid that can't think straight
To the kid that isn't straight
To the kid that can't feel what life should be

Depression. That's all you feel
You can no longer tell what's fake and what's real
And the voices in your head-the real you is what they conceal
They tell you to pick up that knife
That's what'll make it better
So you bleed and you scream
and you plead and you try to deem
What's right and what's wrong
But in the end, is anything really....right?

Put down the knife and think back....
You're here for a reason
And no matter what that reason may be, you serve a purpose
If you think long enough, that image might start to surface
You're here for a reason...

Twinkle, twinkle blinking desire.
Bad habits drink me under the night
slipping and slurring
dripping and turning.
Stomach burning
With acid reflex.

Twinkle, twinkle the stars fade to black
no longer blips in the night
just echoes of static
one less light,
one less firefly flitting in the dark sky,
one more time my mind becomes,
a dark husk.

Till I twinkle, twinkle no more.

Interesting isn't the half
Of a full grasp
Crisp and soft around the edges
Like a mellow high
Reaching far too low to be anywhere
Near the truth
But who needs truth when we have TV
And news and facebook
Look friends
I made this for dinner
Look friends
I have so many friends
Look friends
I'm going to **** myself if I don't get a like
Like soon
Ok. I did
I'm happy now

I broke your heart once.
And then you broke mine.
Every man gets his wish, right

I can't be any closer to you
You can't be further away
                    I just want time to freeze
                    I don't want anything but to stay
                                        Stay here
                                        With you
Look at me
While I pretend to be asleep
                    Resting on your shoulder
                    You holding my hand
                                        *Just stay

Pen scratches the paper
Paper flutters in the breezes
Voice shouts
Suddenly a gun fires
The Taliban have their guns
In my hand I have my pen
On my desk I have my paper
Loudly my voice speaks up
Go ahead
Shoot me
I won't stop fighting
You can take my pen
Take this paper from my hands
You won't take my voice though

He grappled with his ****-
sure attitude. True, it was hard
work, and he could have used a hand.
Jobs like this don’t come
along often.  If he shot
his chance moaning
and stroking
the ego of his new boss, he might pre-maturely
lose the momentum he was building.
As he got closer and closer
to finishing, he realized
he was proud of his member-
ship at this new company.  It was a great feeling.
After he came
to complete his work he was relieved
to have done this one,
on his own.

Love?
I call it,
Forbidden.