Tell me once more
How I'm wrong
Say all the words you told me before
And how you don't see how they hurt me

Tell me once more
How I'm worthless
How I'll never make it farther
Than this street I'm on

Tell me again
Just know this time I'm not listening
I've spent all my time believing you
Look me in the eye and you'll know
I won't make that mistake again

Tell me once more
How I'm not beautiful
In your eyes
And I'll let you know how you're wrong

Tell me once more
How these scars define me
I'll have you know
That there's more to the story than you'll ever hear

That's all I ever do in these classes;
I memorize
I never learn
I simply carve things on the edge of my mind
Only for them to fade away after the week long war
The unfortunate thing is that these memories die in these short battles that I have to live through every single week
It doesn't end for me

I sit in these classrooms feeling my soul taking punches
Being bruised constantly
Never fully healing

I spend my days in these classrooms surrounded by halls that I wait to escape from
Only to have to come and spend my time doing homework

I swear one day though
It will end

You have to run
Even if it brings you to your knees
You need to crawl
Because that's how you learn to fly

I feel like some of the best books are the ones hardest to describe.

Congratulations your lies have run through this town
You have a plan to bring everyone down
And so far it's working

You've started your black mischief
You think you can't be stopped
But darling there are people who are getting on to your secrets

So dear Abigail Williams
You better watch your back
Cause when you cry out witch you'll be staring at one in the mirror

I understand you want the guy
The one who had you for couple of nights
But you also have to understand he has a wife

You have the whole court wrapped around your finger
But just remember it only takes one pull to unravel the whole thing
That's what your headed for

So dear Abigail Williams
You better watch your back
Cause when you cry out witch you'll be staring at one in the mirror

Now they found you out
Your already on the run
You better run faster or they'll come at your neck with a noose

This is what happens
When you mess with black magic
It doesn't end well

So dear Abigail Williams
You better watch your back
Cause when someone cries out witch
Your face is the one we'll remember

They say not to play with fire
because in the end it will always burn you
But I've danced with its flames
and been embraced by its heat

So, they lied to me
I've yet to be burned
For me, fire's danger is like a poem
I have to read again right after I've finished

It's wild and untamable
Dangerous and exciting
But at the same time
It's peaceful and sometimes it feels like home

Right now that's what I'm looking for:
A home
If this fire is what I think could feel like home
Then I'll take it

Over and over and over again

It wasn't supposed to the sun and the clouds
Our world wasn't supposed to be a sky blue
It was supposed to be me and you

You could've been my moon
And I could have been your stars
Our world was supposed to be a midnight blue
But it's no longer me and you

Because your smile was the sun
That lit up the day
You're a boy who's so bright

But I need a man who will be the light when my world is dark
Who will see that when all the stars combined they were bigger than him

But I will need a man who will stand by me and show I'm not the only one in the sky
Someone who sees me as a masterpiece
Instead of irrelevant white, burning fires

I know that one day you'll make a girl incredibly happy
But that girl is not me

Because you are the boy that sees the light in everything
I am the girl who sees the moon, the stars, the dark, and the soul
And I need a man who can stargaze with me

He carried about him a type of danger. The kind like fire. Where you don't know exactly where he's going next; predictably unpredictable. You know you shouldn't touch the flames because even standing three feet away you can still feel the heat, and yet it's almost like you can't bear to stay away. He had that kind of danger that you knew you shouldn't even be close enough to feel the heat, but for some reason you feel the aching need to feel the flames. He was the kind of danger that you think you would love to know, but in reality should never touch.

1,2,3,4
We're already in a war
5,6,7,8
In the world it seems there's too much hate
9,10,11,12
It looks like most people have a helve
13,14,15,16
I guess they're right when they say the world is mean
17,18,19,20
Most people are worried about what's trendy
At the same time they're walking dead, left bruised and empty
21,22,23,24
People hide behind their stage door
While thinking we're all done for
25,26,27,28
I honestly don't think that's our fate
On our generation, let me give you an update

Yes, a lot of us are ******* up, but you have to understand that a lot of us would go out of our way to make sure no one else will feel that way.
Yeah, some of us are bullying and getting in fights, but some of us are fighting for what we believe.
Some of us are so ready to give.
We have our hearts in God, our minds sharpened for a fight if need be, and our eyes on real goals.
So please stop saying we're doomed, because I don't think we are.

They say I have to go through the battle before I get to the war. But everyday I go through a battlefield in my mind that I can never escape from. I feel it throwing spears of brokenness at my heart and grenades of lies and doubt in my mind. Land mines lay just atop my skin and fire beneath my feet. So please stop this onslaught of untrue words that, to me, feel like shots that continually aim for anywhere just to be able to rip my skin apart.

You see me in the streets I got my ripped up jeans and a face that says "look but don't touch"
See me on my mean machine with my leather jacket with a look you're scared to decipher
See me in pink I can talk like I own being a blonde
See me in a dress, ha that'll never happen, but if somehow it does you'll see I can wear formal as an expression
See me on a horse with my cowgirl hat, you'd think I'd never known any other life
With only back roads and the stars to keep me company
See me with paint on my face or my hands covered in lead, you'd think art was my life
See the pages and pages I've written you'd think you've had to of seen my work because no one that's written that much couldn't be published
See me in my room doing homework and you'd believe I'm a nerd and that's how I've only always spent my life
And there's so many more
The point is, you can't look at me once and fit me with an accurate stereotype
I've been everything
I can change in an instant with simply putting on a hat and losing a jacket
To actually know every side of me, you'd have to see me more than you think

Everything goes hand in hand
Just to tear me apart
And I'm alone with my thoughts again

I can't do this much longer
Every day I feel my back shrug a little more
I feel my voice going silent
I feel my soul being beaten to a pulp filled with only my blood
I feel imagination being ripped from me
I feel my feet dragging
I feel my heart shrinking
I hear my mind screaming
**I feel tortured

Toxic things don't freeze. Which is why I wonder why it is that when I found you, your heart was already frozen.

I lead a lot of different lives
I hate when those worlds collide

You can try and take the limelight. The real stars shine all on their own.

Tattoo me like my favorite pages from every book

Music up so loud
So I can ignore the crowd
Make me feel like I'm on the ninth cloud
I never want to come down

The night started out young
But it's slowly getting older
I'm slowly getting unstrung
This is my kind of high and I never want to be sober

The song is hitting every one of my strings
I'm understanding every beat
I wanna get lost In every melody
Make my headache go away

I know that when you talk too much people will start disregarding what you say. The problem is I can't decide when it's my time to speak. So I stay silent. When do I fight, how do I know what battles I need to win in order to win the war?

When you tell yourself:
"I can't do this"
Say "without You"
At the end
While pointing towards God.

I love writing. It's one of many forms of art. It allows me to tell a story that, technically, has already told before. The thing is that it's never been written by me. That's what makes it unique. That's what makes writing great.

Have you ever felt like you don't know yourself
So everyday you put on a mask of who everyone else wants you to be
Have you ever been lost in a sea of faces
and you get to the point you don't know which one is yours