it's always hard
to be the one left behind
i feel as if i have been left in the dust
for you are all gone
off to stanford and dartmouth you go
but i am still here
i now walk down the hallway alone
as do you
for i miss you
and i'll always be with you

wherever you go

I want to feel her,
be held tightly
by her grip.

He held my hand today.
Never had my hand been held before.
In that moment,
The worries stopped.
Reality faded.
And it was as if he held the weight of the world just as he held my hand.

I see your name everywhere

I can't let you go

your lies cut deep as
Samurais embedded much
too far in my soul

i don't even know
who you are in this life any
more than I know foes

makes me sad to know
I have exposed hidden truth
I just can't save you

A fresh cut, a new mar
Soon just another scar
One more to add to the collection
Every time I look in the mirror

Yet I still seek my reflection
A fresh cut, a new mar
I can't help but keep collectin

The sort of cuts I make
Could make minds break
And still I seek my rejection

I don't know how much I can take
My mind it's strong
But everywhere
There's another mirror

There's no escape
When the blades
Are my own eyes

Staring with their haunted cast
At a shadow cloaked in lies

These scars are ugly welts
I stare at shamefully
But the cuts need to be made
For I hate what's become of me