Stop making me fall for you
Please don't, unless you're willing to catch me
Stop making me smile every time I talk to you
I look like a weird creep laughing to myself
Stop making me feel butterflies in my stomach
It feels ticklish but empty, knowing you don't feel the same way
Stop taking me to all these beautiful places I've never been
I don't want to start thinking that maybe I'm special
Stop making me wonder how it feels like being warmly wrapped around your arms
I'm fine without it and I would like to believe that "...the cold never bothered me anyway"
Stop making me sound so poetic
It's frustrating how all my poems end up being about you
Stop making me think that you might like me
I don't want to start hoping that it's true
Stop appearing in my dreams every night
I don't like waking up wishing I would just stay asleep
Stop making me like you more and more everyday
I will find it hard to let go even if you weren't even mine in the first place
Most of all, stop making me fall for you
I can't afford having my heart even more broken than it already is
And you're responsible for it but I still foolishly fall hard for you anyway

Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain
Hiding the tears that fall like rain
Saying I'm fine, when I'm anything but.
This ache in my soul rips at my gut.
My skin is n fire, I burn from within.
The calm o my face is an on going sin.
The world must stay out, I've built up a wall.
My fragile lie will collapse should it ever fall. Loniness consumes me, it eats away the years.
Until my life is swallowed by unending fears.
Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask. And care too much to remove it, is that too much to ask?
-Katheryn Graham

Rain fell all night.
Now it's in drips.
My skin is ice.
I've always liked it.
Maybe I'll get sick
(Third time this month.)
The roads'll be slick
And pure joy's in my gut.
Weeds will grow
With everything else.
I haven't evolved
But my world is cleansed.

You can beat us to the ground, hurt us.
Ignore our screams.
Pretened that we are fine.
Because kids can't be depressed.
You can tell us how to live and feel.
Tell us our demons are not real.
But we are just other human beings.
Looking for their own indentity.
Going trough darker times.
Just younger but not untouched by pain.
Just because we are younger doesn't mean we can't be hurt.
So yes you can be ignorant.
You can tell us that we lie.
But that won't help us.
Won't change a thing.
We are the depressed teenagers.
And we can't do anything about it.
So please stop reminding us that we should be happy.
That our teens are the best times of our lifes.
Cause if depression is the best we will get,
how much must aldult life **** then?

Why couldn't you have stayed
A random kid in the hallway?