Long walks, sad talks. Forever dreams, sad as they seem. Bright smile, depressed style. Shining eyes, hidden behind long hair. Scared girl, mad dad.

You cant leave her out. Don't shut anyone out.

Funny girl, dark secrets. Arms covered in scars. Face covered in bruises. Hidden with makeup.

Long lies, short excuses. Struggling girl, successful man, coming to take her hand. Long nights, short time.

She struggles from the trauma.

Long fights, short nights. Cut even shorter.  

She tried and tried to breathe. But he was just too strong.

Long fight, takes flight. Another angel up in heaven tonight...

Death is spontaneous
its truthful and real
Death is peaceful
life is hard
And fake
a lie

Death is promised in life
But life isn't promised in death
Death gives us something to look forward to
and count on in life
It's probably the only real thing on earth

You live to die
But you don't die to live

Ive never written
A happy poem
Ive never written
a funny lymric
I feel its just
in my nature
To be sad
And write
depressing poems
Because I guess
Ive felt depressed
more than anything else.

Tears are the
First stage of crying
the part before it gets real
the part before your
Destiny is sealed.
It begins with crying
It begins with hurt
A hurt so strong
It makes you forever alert.
Because after tears
comes more
And after that its worse
until they become uncontrollable
And sometimes you will
Feel much better
but then that day will come
and you will get worse
Forever...

I get it now
I'm the problem
Its all my fault
and you blame me.
I cant do anything right
Because I'll just make them fight
and maybe
Its just them
Did you ever
Think of that?
No.
Because you just want me gone.
You don't think I know that?
I want me gone too!

I cant think
I cant breathe
All I am
Is mad
I breathe deep
I grate my teeth
I squeeze my phone
Till it almost breaks.
But nothing helps
this angry feeling.
maybe if I hadn't
been pushed
To my breaking point
then maybe
I would be ok
Maybe
I wouldn't feel so bad.
Maybe if you
just believed
that not everything is my fault.
it really hurts
that you don't
Believe me!
You just blame me
Don't you think
I already hate me
enough?
I'm tired of your critisim
your accusing words
And your hypocritical looks.
I hate it
And I cant say anything back!!!!!
And that's what makes me
mad the most!

How can I write
When there's nothing
How can I see
When all there is,
is pain.
How can I be
A good person
when all I see is bad
How do you justify
an act of kindness
When all anybody sees
is the bad?
They're hypocrites
And liars
They tell you not to judge
When that's all they do
And it may seem so gruel
But that's because anything
And everything you'll
ever see
is just plain cruel.