the volcano is active
soon, the magma from
below shall erupt
pushing everything away
melting everything in its way

it shall erupt for days
and nights
until it lets out

the lava shall harden
form a hard layer
of rock

impenetrable
dense
thick

nothing can go in
nothing shall come out

its not that i want to die
because no one cares about
me anyway

its just that i dont think
i care enough to
be in this world

I don’t want to be a princess.
I prefer to be a wall
or a shoulder
that some one can lean on
I don’t want to be spoiled
I want to
fight
Get dirt on my clothes
Clean them
search more
fail more
know more
see everything
Try everything
I want to share the road
With some one
Running not carried
I want to look behind
And see MY footprints.

my hate for you
turns into hate for me
so when u ask me if I love myself
I want to scream no
but I smile, instead.

i live with friends
who only care about
themselves
who dont seem to see
me falling into this black abyss
of hopelessness
of despair
of every bad thing that hasn't happened yet

people say "be urself"
honestly..its much easier
being someone else

im surrounded by demons
who **** on my happiness
cant u see them?