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Maddy Sep 2015
It's the little things about you.
The way you smell,
The way you put your arm around me,
The way you watch a movie,
The way you chew your gum,
The way you smile at me when i've said something stupid.

They all seem silly but they're all so important.
You mean the world to me
You made me fall for you
You could break me so easily
It's dangerous.

I go through withdrawal when i'm away from you for too long.
I need you in my life.
Being a stupid teenager
I feel foolish and naive saying this but,

i've fallen in love with you.

And I couldn't do anything about it.
There's a certain pull toward you
A specific need that you fulfill.
I love you.
God ****** i'm in love with you.
****.
Maddy Sep 2014
“Some people think luxury is the opposite of poverty. It is not. It is the opposite of vulgarity.”

These are the wise words of the phenomenal Coco Chanel. She has a take on life that more people need. When you have socioeconomic clashes you have a lot of issues. There are the obvious, the rich and the poor, and then everything that goes along with it.
The poor people may not have the best clothes or the best food to eat or they may not even have a roof over their head but when something good comes along in their life they appreciate it immeasurably.
In contrast when you have everything you want in life you start to feel empty, you loose sight in what actually matters and you loose your humanity. The little things in life that are great seem to be nonexistent when in reality you are just blinded by all of your possessions that you cannot see them when they come around. Poor people are usually extremely cordial because they appreciate the little things. The rich get this idea that they are exceptional because they have a lot more of this green paper that is said to have worth.

But whats worth more? Money or Demeanor?
Maddy Sep 2014
Our generation is pretty f*cked up.

We say we're reckless.
We act disobedient.
We smoke due to sadness.
We drink due to pain.

We can't deal with our problems unless we're gone in some way.

We call ourselves 'Stoners'
because we always feel sad.
We say we're depressed,
Just because it seems to be the new teen fad.
Maddy Sep 2014
You died a year ago,
A year ago today.
You were my best friend
and that's how it'll stay.
I hope you're having fun up there
even though it pains me to say.
I miss you very dearly i used to cry everyday.
But now i've come to terms with things
and i know things can't change.

I wish you'd come back to me
life would be easier that way.
I know that that cant happen
and i'm starting to feel okay.
You'll always be in my heart
The memories you left are here to stay

I want to thank you for blessing my life
With your presence each day
You were to young to die
At only 13 years of age
Your death was an accident
But it happened anyway.
I love you and i'll see you again some day.


Rest in Peace Allison Kaliana Trebesch
Rest in Peace Allison Kaliana Trebesch. You will forever be loved.
Gone but not forgotten.
Maddy Sep 2014
Imagine sitting down in a movie theater & having every second chance you missed being broadcasted on the movie screen.
Imagine you showing up on the screen at age 80 looking back on life realizing you did nothing with it.
Maddy Sep 2014
She longs for what people call 'happy'
She thought she did everything right.
She met a boy
She said she loved him
And she treated him right.

She tried to feel something different
Something new and something rare.
But she felt the same dull numbness
In the cold autumn air.

She's been unhappy for years now,
Battle scars displayed on her wrists.
She's tried for so many years now
15 years with nothing to show.

She didn't know how to ask for help
But she sent out a silent cry.
People judged and laughed and pointed
Unknowing of whats inside.

She had enough of going home to cry.
She used to think the worst thing was to end up all alone
But now the worst thing was being alive.

She gave it another week,
Before she committed suicide.
Nobody gave a **** about her
Until the day she died.

— The End —