Some days I'm happier,
Some days I'm sad,
But in the end, I'm all I have.

Some days I'm up
Some days I'm down
And when the sun is up, I go around.

I stroll and stroll, to find a fall
To find a mountain so tall and all.

What is to be a woman
What is to be a man,
Could I find the answer, Hidden inside the sand?

Perhaps inside the mountain
Where my heart will lead
Perhaps inside a fountain
Water so powerful and pure indeed.

May my sadness stay for an hour
May my sadness come and go
May all my mistakes be delivered
So that I too I can let go.

And with this short madness of mine I finally finish
I didn't expect this to be so long, left nothing to diminish.

Goodnight to you goodnight to all
I promise you everything will find its place once and for all.

It hurt so much to not hear from you
So I decided to disappear from the sight of you

To let you alone, let you think well
Until your heart and mind feels better

I dont know if it's the right thing to do
Been trying my best to keep the best part of you

Another day, I dont want to deal
I dont even know how to make our goals ideal

Maybe you're out, maybe you're not
Maybe I'm online and what not

Haven't spoken properly in days
Will you care more about me if we part ways?

My love I'm sorry my heart is in pain
And I can no longer live in vain

A little girl you wanted, a little girl to adore
Now that you have her you want more?

He didn’t grow up in a good home.
He didn’t have a supportive mother.
He didn’t have a father worth speaking of.
He didn’t know how to read or write.
He didn’t know that 2+2=4.
He didn’t have any friends.
He didn’t know that such wonderful things existed.
He didn’t play or run outside.
He didn’t have the permission to.
He didn’t graduate high school.
But he didn’t drop out.
That night, he didn’t stop drinking.
That night, he didn’t use his head.
That night, he didn’t care.
That night, he didn’t put on his seatbelt.
He didn’t see the car coming.
He didn’t hear the crunch of the metal.
He didn’t hear the screech of the tires.
He didn’t wake up.

She was a rose, pressed into the pages
Of a book, meant to hold a place.
Instead of a page in a book,
She held a place in his heart,
Which she thought she would always have.
But eventually, bookmarks are lost,
And stories are forgotten,
And all that is left is
The smell of the binding
As the book closes for the last time.

acne-riddled
bushy-browed preteen
with more hormones than head
writing in the hallways
the smell of premature couples and drama
lingered like a heavy blanket from the ceiling so she was a wallflower
writing about the broken friendship bonds that are soon to come..