What has become of us?
What have we, as humans, done to ourselves?
We blame society for the downfall of us,
that it isn't our fault we've done this to each other,
to our brothers,
our sisters --
it's society.
But we are society.
We determine what is or isn't beautiful.
We dictate over how things should be,
whether it's a stereotype,
a simple judgement,
or just a simple spoken word.
We have destroyed this world.
We have killed the beauty of living.
We have done this.
It wasn't the government, or the other political party --
it's us.
Can't you see it?
You have done this, whether you knew it or not.
You are society.
You are the influencer or your peers,
your family,
yourself.
You have done this.
We have done this.
We have killed ourselves.

that heart of yours
that pretty little heart
isn't the home that once protected you
it isn't the warm arms of your parents
it isn't the place where you can hide
from all the dangers of the world
from all the demons
and the scars
and the wicked things this place possesses.
it's going to get damaged again
you're going to be broken again
and as much as you don't want to get attached
as much as you refuse to open up your heart
to yet another girl
with those big eyes
and that beautiful smile
and that contagious laugh
you will
you always will
because you are human
and your heart wants to be loved
by the girl
with the small feet
and the interesting past
and you will fall
again and again
for the same old tricks
and the same old lies
and the feeling
that feeling
the one your heart aches for
the girl
with the tattoos
and the piercings
and the broken heart
because yours is just as broken
if not more
and you can help her
or you can try
but the fires will keep burning
and the storms will keep raging
because you are human
you have a heart
and that heart will be bleeding
until you somehow manage to keep all the blood inside
because then
and only then
will you be able to love unconditionally

I did what I had to do
I'm not ashamed of what I did
I begged him to stay
I tried to convince him not to leave
but it didn't work
and now he's gone
but I'm actually
much
happier
now
that he's not here
even though it hurt
to say goodbye
because now
I know
I know all the things
he didn't tell me
so now
that I know
it's like a weight
has been lifted off my shoulders
so now I'm happier
than I was
this morning
and I hope
he can't read this
because he can read
every
other
thing
I post about
anything
but he's gone
because he came clean
and told me
all the things
I didn't want to hear