Still sitting here with blank pages
gripping my pencil with a clenching fist
and an open mind I was ready
looking at the jumbled numbers and signs of equality
my brain goes numbs, my fingers get lured to the paper where I draw my feelings
Waves of emotions flow over my body with every breath I take
the rooms silent, worried they can hear my troubled thoughts as everyone
touches pencil to paper, heavy head
it spins with every page I turn
because every page I turn I know I'll **** it up some how,
so whats the point in trying?
Fingers are now typing with the beat that goes on in my mind
stuck in a replay of the same lines over and over again
It gets old, having to listen to the same old **** everyday
I'm a confused mess who can't understand simple algebra
Think of me as an equation
"2-2=0"
Do you understand me now?
The end.

I'll jot them down on paper
scribble with the pen that you left on my desk
from the day you left me sitting in the back of the classroom alone
I sat back watched you walk through the door to meet up with
that girl who broke your heart you killed me
grab my neck, say you love me now squeeze
with your bare hands, that how it feels
when you told me I was beautiful after you said "us" wouldn't work
you're a liar, nothing but a phony who plays games
with his own friends. I can't believe I let you in
after all this time of being best friends
when I hear you're voice my blood boils
my heart melts even when your not talking to me
its frustrating, all this time I was dreaming of us
now Im moving on shortly i'll be gone
and you'll miss me.

It's been a hard night
the air is chilly and the sky is bright
but light has yet seeped through my window pane
my body carries a darkness
that only certain feelings can repair
regretting and fretting about my subtle prayers
knowing they won't save me anymore
praying that this cigarette won't **** me
while the cold sweat trickles out of my pores
when the light finally shines through, I'll be happy
and this grey cloud will finally go away

You're my heroes
you showed me that I'm strong
even when put down,
or when I'm hurt or wrong
You're brave,
risking your life in order to save
13 weeks of hell
blood, horror and flack jackets
an honored purple heart
you helped me come out of my shell
I'm proud to call you my family
my relatives, my blood.
going through a calamity
from Paris Island Soldiers to Vietnam Vets
You're Marines.

One day I'll stand in my dress blues
proudly walk through the door
fresh out the corp

I'll have stories for my children,
and I'll watch the military channel with my dad

but first I'll disregard death staring me in the face
and the sudden urge run
and I'll put up gun
and aim for the dream
of being an American Marine.

im alone

in a world of chaos
my own little world

my mother hates me
my father doesn't seem to see

they're blind to the fact
that they're only daughter
hates who she is and is being slaughtered
by tools used to shave legs
and she begs and begs
silently screaming and dreaming about a life
she can never imagine
because her mothers actions
settle upon her thoughts
and eats her heart because her brain is already numb
its like a game that you don't want to play
trying win but always thinking you'll never be victorious
with her feelings notorious, and her emotions
along with the notion of untitled devotion
floating around trying to find the light
that she hasn't seen but shines so bright
its like waking up with plastic over your face
and her fathers still in his own race at his own ******* pace
wanting to go away but to afraid to run
breathing so hard she wants to faint
the voice in her head says shes almost done
because she can't keep fighting this war between
dealing with her own battles and being at your convien--
ence shes sick and it'll dawn on you once shes actually gone

shes angry
craving affection from her idol
whos starting to lose the title
all for the **** he can't find
and the daughter and the ex wife he can't define

Shes been mentally abused
by her mother who claims shes fat
Shes been rejected by that boy
who acts like her feelings are nothing but a ******* toy

then I think, one day I'll be fine

*one day