I want you to smile,
Like you have never felt pain.

I want you to sing,
Like no one is listening.

I want you to play,
Like you are in a roomful of people,
But your the only one with an imagination.

I want you to scream to the stars,
Like they are about to fall on you.

I want you to be in control,
Because this is your life.

Smile,
When there is no happiness.

Cry,
Even when your tears have run dry.

Try,
Even if you have nothing to try for.

Silence is the dying girls greatest wish.

If you love someone what do you do?
How do you know if they love you too?

I feel like,
Maybe he won't leave me.

But it's a very,
Scary thing to think.

Either we will be married,
Or he will leave.

The beautiful girl.
And the broken boy.

Maybe one of them can find some joy.

These are the days,
You will not forget.

These are the days,
The fun doesn't seem to quit.

From Middle School,
To High School.

You realize it doesn't matter,
If your cool.

It matters,
Who your friends are.

These days are yours,
Live them wisely.

It's almost like you can't see I'm in pain.

I may have hurt you but you have broken my heart too,
Now it's like a broken window pain.

Bury your fears like you bury your dead.

I kissed your fragile lips,
Hoping to see once again the light in your eyes.

I hug your frail body,
As if you might break.

Your name seems to be tattooed across my heart.

There is nothing to believe in,
When emotionally,
There is nothing there.

The girl may smile through her pain,
But all she really feels as pain.

The girl may stop and fake her smile,
But that only lasts a little while.

The girl may begin to cry herself to sleep,
But she doesn't get much sleep.

The girl may pretend to be happy,
But only because she doesn't want your sympathy.

She isn't fake,
But she is in pain.

She isn't happy,
But at least she is sane.

I was once so alone,
It felt as if I locked myself in a room,
And lost the key.

I was once so depressed,
It was as if my heart had taken,
The Broken Express.

I was once so bipolar,
That only saying Hi,
Would trigger my disorder.

I was once so hurt,
It felt like a million bandages,
Would never work.

But what you don't see,
Is that those things are all,
A part of me.

I still have those things,
I just hide them,
Deep down inside of me.

For I am afraid,
If I show myself,
That thats not the girl,

That everyone wants me to be.

You know me better then I know myself.
You know her better then I choose to tell.

You asked where my soul is,
I say in my music.

You asked where my heart is,
I said in my poems.

You asked where my feelings go,
I said I honestly don't know.

I'm not sure how people seem to talk without words..