" I've been busy"
sleeping,drinking,smoking
its a routine
thats implanted into my blood
everyday is beautiful,
but everyday I'm dead
walking  through everyones eyes
no one sees me
no one knows me
but every one hates me

her touch
that i know so well
brings me to life
with her smile
that rhymes her clear eyes
her clear eyes
her blue eyes
oh i know what makes me move on

his voice i know so well
his laughter that makes me cry
a friend who's become my brother
reminds me of my father
when i see him looking out the trains window
with sadness lingering down  his eyes
oh i know  what makes me move on

with every one laughing behind  there emotions
i lay there staring
with smoke in my eyes
oh I've gone blind
and no one yells
out for me
I'm falling through
my beds mattress
searching for comfort i cannot find

oh you know what i feel
but you still have the guts
to cut me up
you know what i say
but you still have the nerve
to take what i say away from me

no more please
let me melt
let me die
through your skin
cause your the only one
that makes me warm
forever

I gave you a little part of my heart
Not the whole thing, thank God
But I did give you a tiny piece of it
I know, you didn't throw it at the wall
You didn't hurl it off a cliff
You didn't even beat it to bits with a baseball bat
But you dropped it
Accident or not
That little piece I gave you
You shattered it.
Thank a lot.
I love feeling worthless, it's great.
Just, fabulous.
Thanks.

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

I spend
hours
listening to
music
that no one
else likes.
I draw on myself:
my arms,my clothes are
covered in pen

When I younger,
I would eat the
junk food
my grandma gave me
when driving me home
from school.
I lied to my parents
about eating the food;
"No,Mom,
no,Dad,
I didn't eat
what Grandma gave
me."
I always lied to my parents
but they found out anyway
and they never believed me
again.

My sweetest addiction
is lies,
sugary fantasies
that never fill you up
The gluttony just makes you hungrier
for the
truth.
Today I am
an honest person,
but I still crave lies.

But
if I crave lies,
why do I also
want the
truth?

I'm
             heartbroken
      by
                    someone
          who
                           never
                 really
                                 wanted
                         me
                                        anyways...