Put your cares on me, my son
That's why I am here
Give me your tears and sorrow
I have grown strong from carrying
A staggering load of them myself
It is a privilege I gladly accept

Let me take your fears and heartache
Your pain and sickness too
Ill gladly carry both mine and yours
Until you are strong enough
To handle them yourself

I am honored, my son
To wear your tears like a badge
All the best parents do
And when you are done crying,
I want to see that smile
Because you are too small to carry around these burdens
Put them all on me,
Thats's why I am here

To be passionate
Takes raw courage.
It can easily
Be met with
Discouragement.
But to stick
To your guns,
Through disapproving
Glances and glares
That will surely be met,
That is a courage
I wish one day
To boldly face.
Until then,
I have a pen
And a paper,
That doesn't question
Or judge
My passion.

Build* your *new illusion
                                       on
                               The bones of your **reality

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
...No

No.

If I die
Who would miss me
Mom?
No she doesn't trust me
Dad?
Jordan was always the favorite
Tash?
He always hated me
Allie?
She always did to
Jordan?
He probably would
Samantha?
I hope she would
All these people
All my friends
My family
All have
At least one thing
Against me
But who
Would miss me
A piece of southern trash
Good for nothing
Good at nothing
Samantha deserves someone better
So does destine
I'm not good enough
I never was
I never will be
I was a fool to think I was
Nobody would miss me
I'm sorry
To everyone
I've hurt you all
And now I see it
And I'm sickened by myself
I love Samantha and Destine
But I'm not good enough
So if I did die
Who would miss me?

Sometimes I cry myself to sleep.
Tears of Blood,
Clear, and white,
Normal tears, but
I know they
are Blood.

Depression stared at me from a doorway.
He growled at me, as a demon,
I slammed the door, terrified --
But the growling continued.
Pounding. Possessive. ******,
Anger ******* stifling fear,
I opened the door and screamed
"I AM SCARED"
But my voice came out
As a growl.
As a whisper.