Not here to impress.
I am here to write.
so if you appreciate,
and relate to what I post,
then thank you so much,
my heart beats for this,
your words of support keep me safe,
safe from myself and harm's way.

He isn't going to come, isn't he?

He's drunk, with his friends.
Nonplussed about a girl who said she cared.
Said she was sad and who asked him to come.

He told me
He told me he was depressed. He asked to come in the first place.

He said he would.

I told him.
I told him I couldn't say yes or no to him seeing me, but I'd say yes if he came.
If he knocked on my door.

I don't need a knight, but I require someone with a heart. I thought that wasn't too much.

I told him later I was scared he wouldn't come.
It's been two hours. I don't think he's coming.

I'm so stupid.
I'm so stupid.
I'm so stupid.
I'm so stupid.

I thought he was coming.

all that's left of you and I
is the worn out sweater that you left behind
and when I miss you
I throw it over my fragile bones
pretend its you

wrap it round and round and round my body
                          it's huge on me, you know
                          I haven't been eating so much since you've been gone
lonliness           (or maybe insanity)
has driven me to the point
of missing someone
I never even knew

Missing you is like having part of my heart missing;
Not being able to function and always feeling a constant sting.

You're my other half and I can't survive without hearing your voice;
I know you're a million miles away and didn't have a choice.

I think about you when I wake up and when I fall asleep;
The feeling of us being separated hurts me way down deep.

I'd give anything just to be sitting next to you;
I'm sure you're thinking of me, but you probably have no clue.

I thought I would be able to handle the long distance but really, who was I kidding?;
I can't stand the thought of us being apart but still the miles are forbidding.

I want to be there next to you holding your hand;
I'm really just hurting myself thinking of you and this faraway dreamland.

Love honestly can't handle distance;
And I'm trying not to think about it but I just can't be resistant.

I can't wait for the day that you return and we can be together;
I will be the happiest person and everything will be better.

I want to be beautiful
just on the outside..
And cleanse my soul of
this

I want to hate all
And be kind to none
And never think twice of any "honest" remark
I whole heartedly mean

I want to feel numb
forever
To believe in the magical powers
Of *** and nicotine

I want to wake up in the morning
still high
Still drunk
Still believeing evey word
I wrote
and said