The rocking chair,
I sat there with you
And you sat there with me holding my fragile-dreaming hand
As the wind blew the warmest summer scent
through the blind-starred sky
I saw you
in those stars,
in the brightest ones
that spelled out my future
in white ink
scrawled over the black night.

The rocking chair,
Where I watched the sunrise sprinkle red-light
on my auburn hair
As you gave me
My own star
on a gold band
The unsettling murmurs
declaring us too young,
too naive, too fast
were drowned out by the steady sway of our rocking chair pendulously swinging toward the sky.

It was a different time then,
The rotted chair has been taken down
And my fiery hair has faded to gray with age;
sadness;
time
and your cool, blue heart
refrains from sound
But yet
I know
that somehow
you still sit
in our rocking chair watching me
watch the timeless sky scrawl our past
in black ink
over the white stars.

Empty all these troubles out my mind,
All I want is peace.
Stop these talks behind my back,
All I want is peace.
I try and take away all these thoughts....
But its like my memories are whispering in my ear.
I'm at my final straw...
I have no one to help,
No one to call..
I have been tough like a rock
strong through it all
But I'm about done.....
this weight I have on my back feels like a ton.
It's like I can't even breathe
I guess I will never have what I want,
What I need...
All I ask for is a little peace.

Roses are red violets are like blue
I have a sick twisted mind how bout you?
What made me this way ? Made part of no whole
The truth is i dont even know
They worrie about me I tell them im fine
I just have I sick twisted mind
No one can fix me
I live in my world which is not very pleasant

My teacher told me today
That suicide is selfish
That leaving the people who love you
Is the most self centered thing to do

But whats really selfish
Is someone making another person
Feel so worthless
That they want to end their own life

The person who made another human being
Feel that way
is the most self centerd
Person on earth

Not the person who ended their life
Just
To
Get
Away

I don't know when I lost myself. I don't know how, or when, or where. Was it eighth-grade science class, where I sat alone and prayed for opposites? Half of the time I would pray to be noticed, the other half I'd pray to remain ignored. Or was it the lonely nights I spent tangled in sheets, reminiscing about every insignificant little mistake I'd ever made? Maybe it was the books, or maybe the music that made me disappear. Maybe I got too caught up in the beauty of others' words that I lost any beauty in my own. Maybe it was the nights I snuck out or the days spent in the ocean that did me in.  
I don't know who I was before. She's gone, lost forever, and she's not coming back. The only thing I know for sure anymore is that when I lost the girl I used to be, I found myself.

Its winter again
Times’ Getting colder, and darker
And she’s coming home
To take away my lover-
My passionate therapy
Oh she’s come to take my best friend
And whatever is left of my sanity
**Take it, take it all and put them in ******* bags
-But don’t you ******* touch my poetry