She had to get it out
So she would write in her notebook
And she would write
And write
And write all of her pain away
Until the only place it exist is on the page

One day
Someone found her pain
They read between the lines
It opened his eyes
He tried to get help
Or would of I suppose
If she didn't walk up
And told him not to go
"There only poems
They mean nothing to me"
But if he lifted up her sleeve
He would of seen her pain
But he let go
" she said she was ok"
Even though he saw in her eyes she was lying
He didn't want to get into it
It's her problem not mine
A few weeks later he went to her funeral and cried
you told me you where ok!
It's your fault not mine!
You deserved to die!
After screaming people stared in dismay
So he was escorted back to his seat
And he wrote down his pain
And he would write and write and write
All of his pain away
Paying one day
Someone would see his pain
And read between the lines
Realize he's not ok

Dear Jenny
I hope one day you will remeber me
i know i am fading from your memory
you stopped thinking about me

you want people who are there
and ever since you moved you havent seemed to care
if im ok

I know we said that it will never work
I know long distant relationships always end in heart break
but my heart is breaking every time I try to call you on my phone
and i realize you changed your number
but that is not the only thing that changed
instead of long letters they have gotten short
Your usual I love you
has been replaced by a sincerely
and even though everyone says it doesnt mean anything
it means something
to me
so i know i am fading from your memory
you stopped thinking about me
so this is the last letter from me you will see
Sincerely
       The one you left behind

Sometimes i hear voices in my head. They tell me I'm stupid, worthless, annoying. They whisper cruel things in the night. Filling my head with all of these awful thoughts.That I'm fat,ugly,unwanted. Most of the time it happens at the end of the day. When i go over the events of that day in my mind. You see these "voices" are just one voice. Mine.  I tell my self these things because sometimes i think they're true. I over think everything. Analyzing my every flaw. I do this when I'm alone. My mind is a dangerous place to be alone in and it scares me.

I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All flowing in the same direction
And just floating along, is me

I've been wading in this water
Letting it carry me any way
Not caring about which direction
And never having any say

After wading all this time though
My legs started growing tired
So finally it was time to choose
Which direction I desired

But the problem with floating along
Was that I never became aware
I wasn't really a part of the waves
I was just sort of...there

What I wanted didn't matter
The waves still moved as one
Whether I moved with or against them
Didn't matter in the long run

Then I thought I better get out
And give myself some time to think
But I couldn't see the shore anymore
And with that, I started to sink

Now I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All still flowing in the same direction
But drowning in it, is me

Why cant i get cancer?

I would love to save a kid with cancer

and i would die instead

why do the only people who get cancer

are the ones who want to live?

This always happens...
She gets away with everything and I with nothing.
I don't understand?
She could stab a man five times and not get in trouble,
but if I were to do that it would be a death wish?
How is she any different than me?