There are those
Who you cry over
Tears stream down
When you know
That those you loved
Left or betrayed
And you cry because
You loved them
And because a part of you
Still does
Because they were perfect
And because you
Still want the old them
They have changed
But you cry for the future
That could have been

But now my eyes are dry
And it's not because
I go with out pain
You hurt me and fight me
But I don't cry
Because you don't deserve
My pain
And you definatly
Don't deserve my
Love

The world is filled with division
Resulting in endless collision
Because we fail to envision.
We only use literal vision
Without a second of indecision
We jump to rash decision
And attempt to imprison
Those who caused the division
Without giving revision
To our lack of precision.
resulting in misprision
Which only adds to collision
And the terrible decision
To access our nuclear provision

Being anonymous means no one knows you.
No one knows your flaws,
Your secrets,
Your mistakes.
You are basically invisible.
I'd like to be invisible for a day.
So no one can judge me,
Or mock me,
Or even mistreat me.
I'd like to be anonymous for a day.
Would you?

Sarcasm is anger in disguise
Cynical wit turned into lies
Cutting and burning bridges and ties
Until I feel too hollow to even rise

Bluntness is a wonderful gift
A symptom of an allergy to *******
Used by people used to grit
But optimistic enough to love it

1:30 AM is when my head starts hurting and my body feels heavy with burdens
My soul feels hollow
And I don't really know who to talk to
Because it's a little late to call anyone
I'm googling weird things
And making my bucket list
Coming up with distractions for weeks to come
Because it is my only escape from my inexplicable pain and sadness

You think that she is fragile
                                                  Innocent
Becau­se you can see her every
                                                    Action
­You see through her every
                                                       Lie
Into what you think is the
                                                    True
girl.
So you
                                                   Shield
her from lies and horror,
Because she is too
                                                Breakable
Becaus­e she is too thin
Because she is            
            Glass

But you have no idea how she started out.
She has
                                                  Battled
more than you
And tasted her share of
                                                        Fire
She­ burned and got
                                                   Burned
In a blazing fire of lies
She turned from soft sand
Into hardened
            Glass

You think that she is breakable
And
                                                          Clear
to you
Because you can see through her
But if you don't know
The pain and price it
                                                      Cost
To become what she is
Then it doesn't matter
That you can see through
Since you can't see in.

You may think you are
                                                Invincible
But that girl is
                       Glass

Are you proud of me now? I get only A's and B's, I don't get in trouble, I'm a great kid. But I cry myself to sleep and sometimes wish I weren't alive. But that's okay as long as you're proud. You see my grades and you see my friends but you don't see the mask I wear to please everyone. You give me attitude amd I got that from you so you yell at me a lot, "Oh no don't cry, it's not the end of the world" but it could be the end of mine. Now I don't cry in front of you, I need you to be proud please don't hate me. Are you proud of me now? I look happy so yoh don't worry, I look happy so you're proud. Please don't yell, I'm trying my best please be proud of me. I want to die but I'm still alive. Are you proud of me?