Dear future lover
I'm not sure if I'll ever get out of this mess I call my life.
And I'm not sure why you're even in love with me.
I'm oblivious to society.
Although,
It has me wrapped around its finger
Dear future lover
When the sun goes down,
My sadness will rise.
And my emotions,
Will burst into flames that cannot be put out.
Dear future lover
I hope you can love me,
As much as I hate myself.

I'm on an everlasting roller coaster,
The turns,
The bumps,
The drops,
The speed.
Its all got my heart racing,
And my stomach turning
I want to get off.
I want to leave.
I want to close my eyes until its over,
I never want to wake up

I'm in wonderland.
Where everythings backwards,
Upside down,
Its beautiful.
But I cannot see.
I can't see what's going on,
Through my blurry vision,
I see an oncoming object.
A rabbit.
But he's no friendly rabbit like I'd thought
He approaches me,
With a knife in his hand.
And stabs me in the back
Until my mind and heart can't take it any longer.

I'm on a yellow paved road.
Off to see the wizard.
Of true love.
So I can be happy.
I come to decisions,
That do not seem to end.
But its all worth it.
I'm going to be happy.
I've made it,
To the lovely palace of love.
I'm finally going to be happy.
But when I step inside,
Its dark,
Its cold.
All I see is a dark sign that reads
Be back,
Never.

Here's to the teens,

The teens who are still smiling,
After being broken uncountable times.

The ones that are still waking up everyday despite the reasons they should not.
So many reasons.

The teens that ignore the suicidal mind inside their head that outlines the engravings in their wrists that spell his name.
To be used for the short ammount of feeling that she loves.
Because in reality.
Most of you don't even feel anymore.

Here's to the teens that are still hanging on,
Waiting.
Waiting for something, or someone to come stop the emptiness.

Here's to the teens that have given up on society.
And are living in their daydream.

Its probably better for us, anyways.

All of us,

Hurt, or not.

Society is gonna catch us all,
Like fishing.

Society's the bait.
Were the fish.
And this world,
Is the fisherman.

So here's to the teens,
The teens who are still breathing,
The ones that are learning to live in a daydream.

Because its safe, and its well,

Happy.

In our little daydream.