I just feel that the only way  
I can release my pain is through writing
I write my heart out in hopes
That it will bring me closure
Maybe some answers
Like why ?
Why is life so cruel to me ?
Why is it that when I lay in bed all I want to do is cry ?
Why is that I seem to mess up everything ?
Why is that everything seems to go wrong?
**Why ? Why ? Why ?

Sometimes I hate living
Not because I hate my life
Sometimes I can't stand to live another day
Not because I rather die
Sometimes I wonder if I would be better off dead
Not because I want my life to end
Im just tired of living
Tired of being dead

To many bad days
Enormous wet stains
All because of you, let's
Restart and pretend we never
S**tarted

"I've been shot" ,
That's when I pulled the trigger .

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me
How true is it when words are what are keeping you awake at night
How true can it be when your constanly worried about society
Why not say the truth and admit
Words cut deeper than knives themselves
Weapons **** and words do too
Thats why will live in a world full of violence
Because the simple words we say
We listen and we let the words cut deep
So why arent insults banned when guns are
Why is it that words are what make us drink those handfuls of pills
Or tie that rope to die
A gun is just a simple weapon because words can **** too
So yes sticks and stones may break my bones but words will **** me

HOW MUCH
TIMES DO I
HAVE TO SAY
IM SORRY ?

If I say
I Love You
Please say it
Back

I wish I
Could
Have made
You
Happy.
As happy as
You need to
Be to be
With Me.

I believe in love**
Even when love is silent

I stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom
As I wash my hands, when a girl enters
I glance a her and smile and when I look back
In the mirror I stare at myself and think
*I wish I was as pretty as her

Society says* I'm ugly
But I say I'm beautiful
Society says I'm dumb
But I say I'm intelligent
Society says I'm fat
But I say I'm the perfect size for Me
Society says I have too many flaws
But I say they make me who I am
Society kills me
But I remain alive
*Society says but I say different

I hate goodbyes
They always seem like forevers
I hate goodbyes
They always seem so depressing
I don't like the idea of letting go
Maybe it because it feels like
Giving up and
That's not exacally my thing