I want you to be proud of me
I know that you never will be

You think that everything I go through in life is just a phase

You make me feel like I'm diseased,
I'm nothing if I'm not just like you or what you expect me to be

I'm not perfect, you're not perfect

So why can't you accept me?

Every morning
I wake to the ones
that can't hold their tongues.
We all know
they don't have a mind
of their own.
Brought up in a home
where they won't let me go
won't let me come out
or let me be.
On the count of three,
we'll all be asleep
and I'll never be free...

I won't give you the world,
it's ugly and you're most beautiful.
If you take my hand,
you'll get my sweaty, shakey palm because I'm nervous around you.
I don't want to sweep you off your feet,
I'm physically weak but my love for you is strong.

I'm sorry if I'm not good enough for you.
I know... I know I'm not the best looking person, I'm not popular or well known, I'm not talented, I'll never be a good writer or poet. My poems are trash and I'm trash; I am my poems. Every word I've ever written for a poem is worthless just like every word I've ever said since I started talking. I'm done writing. Maybe I'll come back or maybe I won't. I've lost pieces of my mind that I can't find.

I am alive.
I am well.
Don't forget about me.
I'm back from hell.
I'm feeling great.
I'm feeling dandy.
Life's a beach and I'm in the sandy.

Her water is sweet
Her current always pulled me closer to make bigger waves
Then high tide came
And took her breathe away

If I may be honest with you

I only wanted to compete with you in staring contests because I just loved looking into your eyes

I only wanted to make up weird handshakes because I enjoyed your hands being in mine

I only did the dumbest things just to see you smile and make you laugh

If I may be honest with you
I want you to be my forever and always

When I'm dead,
will you notice I'm gone
When I'm here,
will you know that
I'm dead inside .  .  .

The children, so pure.
Good and Evil...
Exists in man and woman.
Belief...
All can be easily persuaded.
Trust...
Has to be earned.
Boredom...
Wanders within all, leading to...
Betrayal...
All have been warned.

**Circle One

The children covet.
No longer pure.
There is a feeling.
An intimate feeling.
To grip anything breathing and just ******
the pain into oblivion.
Not love but lust.
Feelings are too much.
The children can run carelessly.
Playing with whomever is near.
Whether it's forceful or submissive.
All have been warned.

**Circle Two

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

The sky holds the stars at night and puts a brighter light against the water to hide those stars

The sun is that brighter light that wants these days to be filled with life

The clouds bring darkness, beautiful rain drops that fall from the sky and drip into the ground

The moon, a mystery, when brains splatter against pillows to function dreams and the craters on the moon gently kiss the foreheads of billions dead or alive for sweet dreams

This world has turned ugly
Faces become so unclear
Innocence no longer exists
Youth are robots
Adolescents are suicidal
Adults are unsatisfied
*** is considered love now
*** is a drug,
Spilled into the young minds of today

Willing to give you so much

Buy you a rose for no reason

To lend you my ear
if there's anything on your mind

To lend you my shoulder
so you can let it all out

Make you laugh when you need to

Kiss your cuts and make you feel better

To tell you 'I love you' everyday
until our heads hit our deathbeds

Pouring my heart out for you on to paper
While I cry out all my tears
and bleed out all my blood
You should probably know
that you mean the world
and more to me
Though none of this
matters 'cause you're in the arms of another

She has a new face everyday of the year
More scars, and fights off the tears

She cries herself to sleep,
remembering the time
When her father broke a wine bottle
over her mother's head

No one knows what She has been through
Don't just assume that she's happy,
her smile is painted on, her frown is carved into her soul

It was just missing you . . .
I was missing you
Why I was missing you more than any other day was a mystery to me
I guess it was my brain telling me
'Wake up, you actually care about someone'
But you are someone that I've always cared about and I won't stop caring

The days that fear
is harbored at the foggy parts
of our minds sets sail toward happiness
and fear drops its anchor
in our minds.
Corrupted.
Tear ducts wanting to burst.
Lungs trying to grip every bit of air.
Pulling us down to test our weaknesses
but we will free our minds,
from the chain and leave the anchor
to rust at the back of our minds.