I am up late
Doing homework
Of course.
I wonder sometimes
Where our priorities should be.
Is it really more important
To do some school-work
Than it is to get even
7 hours of sleep?
3 hours less than an average teen needs?
I'm tired
But I should keep working.

i keep trying to **** it up
but it keeps sorting its **** out
love isn't such a tricky *****
after all

Play love songs at my funeral
And bury me in red
Smile at the stories of my life
And do not speak of death
Bury me with peonies
And read me poetry
Maybe sing a lullaby
But do not cry for me.
Play love songs at my funeral
And drink more than you cry
Read sonnets to my gravestone
That says 'All men must die'
Play love songs at my funeral
Lay roses by my side.
Remember songs I sang to you
And dance to them all night.
Promise that you'll love me,
But don't always stay sad.
Play the songs we should've played at our wedding
And bury me in red.

sadness comes
tugging at my heart
dark thoughts
make me cry
as i remember you
just thinking about you
makes me sit up in bed
and weep until the tears
won't come anymore
broken cries and tired screams
well into the night
will no one understand the pain?
does no one even care?
dark thoughts
last well into the night
and i keep crying
weeping and wailing
out my intense pain