she makes me feel so bad
*But it feels so good

Stay lovely

It feels so good to work hard.
To earn the **** i deserve.
It feels so good to get up,
Get some work done,
And come home rightfully tired.
It feels so good
To use my hands to create, to build
It feels good to get frusterated,
And think of different ways to get the job done.
It feels good to do a **** good job
And earn that pride.
It feels good
To use that power drill,
Use a pack of zip ties
And hammer nails in.
It may seem little,
But i am **** thankfull
To have place
*where i am finally wanted
And needed

Its funny
How one person can ruin your life.
how one person can make you feel so small
Its funny
How no matter how hard you try not to let them,
How they are ****** to **** up your day.
Its also funny
How fake people can be.
How they hold up a paper mask,
But only the oppressed can see the stick.
Its funny how one can inflict such pain, both physically and mentally.
Its funny how they can **** us,
Make us feel like *******
And cowards.
Its funny
How, the ***** they are, think that they are so funny

but
It will be funny
*when the tables turn

I may not have heard you call my name
*but i felt your spirit

I need you
*to kiss me

More and more
My eyes
Are becoming
As his
His blood
Is contaminating mine.
I see his evil soul
Spurring in my kind nature.
He is influincing me
I catch it all the time.
His ideals
His way of thinking
Is starting
To corrupt mine.
Im scared
i will not be like him
I swear it.
Hold me accountable.
I will never hit
Never emotionally criticize
I will not be him!
even if it means
Ending it
**before it starts

I feel like im wrestling with love.
Its choking me
Its punching my ribs
So many times
I have believed in love,
And each time
The haven i build only burns down
I am left with the smallest frown.
I fight for love,
But it dies anyways.
Numerous times i have gone up to bat
But my heart recieved its third strike
My heart has been shot
My heart has been strewn everywhere.
Little pieces reside in memories.
I have fallen so many times
Scraping my knees each time.
I get hurt too much,
But yet
I still believe.
I believe there is a girl
Who believes there is a boy
That will understand her.
That will understand me.
Even though i still havnt seen its full effect yet,
i am willing to die
**for what could be

So emotional
My body shakes
Constant tears.
My fingers grip knives.
Its cold.
And this angry feeling is getting so old
I cant take it anymore
My headaches claim my smile
My thoughts have become so vile.
My chest rises up
And back down.
I break concentration
And suddenly
black
*no tomorrow
Peace at last

Images of your face crowd my mind.
Beauty in all you are.
I found that picture from when we where kids.
Best friends then
Best friends now.
But there is something i havnt told you.
See i think i love you.
I find myself thinking about you more than a friend should.
I think about how much we've grown together.
I think about the times ive cried on you, and you on me.
All the times you have told me you might sorta like me.
I want to be more, best friend.
Usually lovers are best friends.
And i feel our connection goes beyond holding hands.
We should be cuddling in my old treehouse.
We should be us
Best friend,
*be my girlfriend?