Maybe I'm trying
To grow up
A little too
Fast, because
When you push
Me against the couch
And arrange me
The way you
Want,
I never seem to
Have the courage
To softly speak,
"Stop"

But

I just think
Maybe,
I tried to grow up
Too fast, and now I'm in
Over my head
Screaming only to myself,
"Stop"

This isn't me

You said you loved me, but now you love her
what about me now?
You held me while I cried and was in pain.
you took care of me when I was sick and always thought i was beautiful
you showed me what true love is along with true heart break
I wish I could thank you for everything you've given me
but for now i am forced to smile and tell you I already forgot it all
I wish I could tell you I'm afraid to love after you, I am afraid to show another person the scars you left on my heart
One day it will stop hurting and I will really smile
but you will always have that part of my heart whether you want it or not

This is not an angsty teenage poem
of love lost in that moment when you realized you wern't the exception
This isn't the story of love found over a cup of coffee
This is the poem for those who cannot speak
afraid of the havoc their words will wreak
the voices that tell stories worth sharing
wanting to be set free
to see light
to scream
Those who sit in fear
of not being believed
and for those who's name they'll never speak
The star athlete
the man down the street
the man in the corner of the bar
their best friends brother,  in his car.
this is a poem for those who shed tears and wish they were layers of skin
this is the poem for words unspoken
for those who wish that all they lost was love
for those who's tongue's gone numb
for those who wish this was an angsty teenage poem.

Metal screeching, heartbeat screaming,
Am I dead, could I be dreaming?
Trapped on this roller coaster of fear,
Ten feet closer and I could have died here.

Flips and turns and moving around,
Glass and grass scatter the ground.
Bump on the head, a little sore,
Ten feet off and it could have been more.

One thing about life is it can end whenever,
And the funny thing about death is that it lasts forever.
If you ask me how I am, I'd say "okay."
Thinking ten feet off could have been my last day.