try* to spend some time with others try to act natural try not to do anything stupid try to be normal try to not to do that try to be yourself try to smile try not to feel bad try to be less depressed try to laugh at someone's jokes try not to hide secrets try to stop writing cheap poems in napkins **try to get over it
sorry im sorry you dont want to see the way I look at you im sorry you cant stand the sight of me im sorry about the way things ended im sorry for the fighting and yelling and betrayal im sorry for the things that I said im sorry for the way you feel im sorry that I threw three years away and im sorry that I ever kept count im sorry for loving him more than I love you im sorry for not being able to change that im sorry that you wanted me to im sorry your friends still mention my name im sorry for the memories it triggers im sorry for the dumb birthday present and im sorry i got mad when you called it dumb im sorry for telling you things you didnt want to hear about people you didnt want to think about im sorry im one of those people now im sorry I do those things. im sorry for calling you by your full name im sorry for being the reason you hate that name im sorry for every goodbye I ever said to you im sorry for not holding your hand or giving a **** when you gave a **** im sorry I hurt you im sorry you hurt me and im sorry you hate the word sorry that's my fault too and im so so sorry.
YOU STUCK THORNS IN MY HEART AND SPEARS THROUGH MY HEAD AND YOU STILL HAD THE NERVE TO STOMP ON MY FEET AND ACT LIKE YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WAS IN PAIN WHILE I STOOD HERE GASPING FOR AIR AND BLEEDING RIVERS THROUGH MY CHEST
Stay with me. Talk with me. Make me talk to you. I am a book yearning to be yanked off the shelf and ripped open. Don't just look at me or skim through. Read all of my words. Consider all of my words. You read the description on the back, maybe the first chapter, You look at me from time to time... But you do no more. The least you could do is read one more chapter! But now you're reading another book. Why? Because my pages are ripped and the cover torn? Is the story too depressing?... If you open the book again you can change it. Make it happy. Each time you look at this book it brightens. Until you look away again. Open me.
Sometimes i wish i could leave this world Maybe not like die leaving But leave to another reality of sorts A fantasy world Where i was happy and smiling Somewhere i could be myself wearing tshirts and shorts Somewhere i would hang out with real friends and feel secure I wish i could be in that place For now i fill that hole of longing with bad things Thing with drugs and alchole and blades and sadness Someday i will be in that world i long for