You can go straight to hell.
See you there, *****.

Wasted days,
       squandered nights,
             waiting for the end in sight.

In seven days time
my entire world will change.
My future rests on just one day.
And I can't sleep or even eat,
due to the sheer pressure
that will come in seven days time.

There’s a billion words I have meant to say.
A billion things  I have meant to do.
Miles and miles I have wanted to run,
they once were with you.

My Life has changed in many ways,
and has seemed to send us in different paths.
But this road I am on now,
It’s full of pain and wrath.

Stages and dance rooms,
makeup and costumes.
Auditions and lead roles,
complete self control.
State capitols and groups
of professional troops.
Judging my acting,
attention attracting.
Sweat, blood, and tears.
Realizing my fears.
Blocking and accents,
and never an absence.
Rehearsing for hours,
the feeling empowers.
I live for theatre,
but may be too eager.

Random texts, confused conversation,
and practically dying of this anticipation.
Secret glances, embarrassed blushing ,
and trying to calm the heart that's rushing.