I'm lost, but I don't want to be found
I'm tried of walking, but I'll still stand my ground
Hurt, from the pain you caused
You said you would always love me
But I could never see through your  flaws
How could you do this to me
I thought you were the one
we were mentioned to be......
                    DON'T GO..........     DON'T GO!

This love this hate that no nose can escape I'm dangling with my fate surrounded by caution tape, meanest scene they ever saw blood Splattered all over the wall 2 corpses found dead this man must of gone awol, Bodies all over the scene blood red apples that used to be green why do people got to be So mean? ******* galore hordes of bodies under the floor boards head count increasing 23 to 4 score, scars all down my arms teachers seem alarmed but the ones they don't see cause the most harm, Bodies all over the scene blood red apples that used to be green why do people have to be so mean? Hope the parents see I'm sorry but at school it's one kid against a army a pack of wolves that try to harm me treated like a carny a freak even when I dont speak that's there response to me trying to be unique....

We're all justs Puppets for entertainment

Acting out is our greatest statement

Getting your strings is all our under Achievement

Earning your keep is how you make it

What is it I want?
I want someone to hold me.
I want someone to know when to start and when to stop.
I want someone to look me in my eyes and tell me it's okay and watch as my heart begins to piece itself back together.
I want someone to be with me constantly, but not say a word.
So I won't be held to a high expectation to keep the laughter echoing and the smiles effortless.
I want them to know that I am not okay, but I am.
What is it I want.
I want someone to hold me.

You consume my dreams.
The one escape I have is reality.
How is it that,
you've found a way to consume that too.

i have racked my mind
trying to figure this whole thing out
the staying, the going
the threads we claim hold us here
& the people who've stopped to play a tune on them
i sometimes relate it
to waking up in waist deep snow
in our former selves
the us we wish we could give one another
the children we've sat on the shelves
trapped, like the looks
we leave behind in snow globes
i sometimes imagine ships
dragging the bottom to the sea of "me"
for sleep & pieces of my old self
to sell to the new one
like history doesn't repeat itself
it gets me wondering
if you too want an apology from the rain
or if you dream of burning family photo albums
and wearing the ashes like perfume
if you're anything like me
how i hope god chokes
on memories of me blowing out candles as a child
i know i shouldn't reference my reader  
but don't you know, the only difference
between alone & lonely is you?
that if my hands could talk
the only thing they'd be able to say
is "dear god we've missed you"
and how can you tell me it isn't love
when even the rain refuses to fall
in places where i've kissed you
i remember the day
you found my smile at a yard sale
it reminds me of how you'll leave
i wonder if when you go
you'll tell yourself
the person in the rear view mirror
is closer than they appear

Growing up
     is not what
it seems.

       That's why
there are
people in their fifties
         acting like
they're fifteen.