I suffocated myself with the words I didn't say.

her eyes
stabbing like
new taxes..

Rachel,
a friend I know.
She seems like
nothing could break
her spirit!
but then I learned'
how people in her town are
superficial.
She never talked to anyone
until two years ago.
Then , she opened up.
I met her so soon,
to bad
it wasn't earlier.
She makes me feel,
like i could fly.
I wish I could spend just one day,
to tell her,
how soon yet,
how much I appreciate
someone like her.
How I wish more people in the world
were like her.
I told her from the start,
I'm glad she's here.
I hope she'll remember,
I'll always be here.
=)

somehow,
I allowed you to defeat me.
Somehow,
I allowed you to demote my very existence.
Somehow,
I let you convince me that depression was not real.
I let you convince me that depression is just a way for attention.
Your wrong.
Somehow,
I gained the strength to tell you now,
that you are wrong.
You are wrong about people,
you are wrong to hate race,
you are wrong to hit.
You are wrong to say racial slurs,
you are SO wrong.
You are wrong when you say that I manipulate everything.
You are wrong about ME.
You are wrong about women,
and you were wrong about YOURSELF

I wanted to send you another happy message.
I wanted to let you know the usual stuff
the familiar
"you're not alone"
"Everything will work out"
but also to tell you that I sympathize.
I sympathize when you have headaches,
when you leave stuff on the bus,
and when you are a feeling just plain stressed out.
I laugh when you tell me
you listen to so many types of music,
and you are all over.
I love how friendly you all are.
I love how every piece of what you say means a lot,
from the sarcastic -_-'s
to your slow cell phone,
so I don't see most of your texts until 5 minutes later.
More than one of my friends are in this poem.
It is for all of you.
I believe in you.
I'm always here for you.
Here,
today.
Trust me when I say,
I like you a lot =)

I  am I quiet person,
but don't let that fool you.
Just because I am a silent person,
doesn't mean I will not attack.
Just because I don't talk much,
does by no means say that I do not know how to defend myself.
Just because I don't speak what you want to hear,
doesn't mean that I can't.
I have my opinions,
But I don't decide to be ignorant about them,
no instead I keep them to myself.
I hide them under my bed
with the monsters that constantly bite at my heels.
Just because I never talk about girls,
doesn't mean I'm gay.
Just because I don't tell you anything,
doesn't mean I don't know how to talk.
Because i can.
I do not suggest pushing me any more,
or else you WILL find out

Grip my throat
for as long as you can

Cut off the oxygen

These veins aren't the same
but nothing has changed

Cut through my skin with your nails like blades
My flesh is useless
Tear out my throat

I won't speak if I stand for nothing

Those words you preach hold me back from being human,
you make me feel...

Useless

just because I won't
doesn't mean I can't