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I’m just an angry kid,
With all this pent up angst,
Trying to spell it out
For you to understand.
So we can be on the same page
When I toss my hands in the air,
And when I throw my stuff around.
It’s not you, it’s me.
I just gotta split the logs,
And do something to let it all out.
I’m not trying to push you out
When I scream and shout,
I just don’t know how to say
You meant the world to me
And now you’re gone,
But that’s just fine
But I don’t know what to do now,
Now that you’ve left me behind.
The nights are black
And my hands are shaking
Cause it’s ******* cold out.
So I yell at the stars
For being so ******* bright.
Yea, I am heading out of town.
To get away from the
Places we used to go
For our Friday nights,
I just don’t know how to say
You meant the world to me
And now you’re gone,
But that’s just fine
But I don’t know what to do now,
Now that you’ve left me behind.
The nights are black
And my hands are shaking
Cause it’s ******* cold out.
So I yell at the stars
For being so ******* bright.
So try and understand
That this is farewell
From me to you
And from you to me,
I just can’t keep trying
To smile when you’re here,
I just lose my mind
When I see his face

Cause he’s just a better me.
I just don’t know how to say
You meant the world to me
And now you’re gone,
But that’s just fine
But I don’t know what to do now,
Now that you’ve left me behind.
The nights are black
And my hands are shaking
Cause it’s ******* cold out.
So I yell at the stars
For being so ******* bright.
So **** tonight,
And **** your favorite place,
I threw a rock at your window
To break it open
So you can feel the cold wind
In your room every night
And remember me.
Wrote this about 2 months ago.
I'm sitting outside,
Looking at the skies
When I see the planes
Crisscrossing in the blue,
Leaving trails of white
Making a giant X
Of white in the vast blue,
And I can't help but
To think of you
And remember all we had
And everything we were.
As I listen to pop punk
Remembering high school.
All the girls I thought
I loved and would
Until the end,
But I never ******* did.
So why are you still
The only one that
I can't let go or
Leave behind
In some back spot
Of my mind?
What spell did you cast
On me to make you
So perfect in my eyes?
With your red hair
And glowing green eyes,
Yea I'm trying to forget
Like you did with me.
I'm sitting outside,
Looking at the skies
When I see the planes
Crisscrossing in the blue,
Leaving trails of white
Making a giant X
Of white in the vast blue,
And I can't help but
To think of you
And remember all we had
And everything we were.
So, please just get out
Out of my head
Because I am beyond done
Trying to forget you
And get over your
Perfect self cause
Deep down I know
That you aren't.
I'm not sad anymore,
I'm just done with caring.
But **** nothing is changing.
I'm sitting outside,
Looking at the skies
When I see the planes
Crisscrossing in the blue,
Leaving trails of white
Making a giant X
Of white in the vast blue,
And I can't help but
To think of you
And remember all we had
And everything we were.
Wrote this today after seeing a bunch of jets flying around in the sky.
As I lay waiting
For sleep to hold me,
I am the Sun King,
Resting in clouds,
Dreaming of thoughts and ideas.
All that I don't want,
At least right now.
I'd rather have them
During the day while
I float in the sky,
Burning trees with
Smiles in my ears
And laughter in my eyes.
I'd rather have them
While I play with
Alice and Dinah the cat,
Bouncing on mushrooms
Through all of Wonderland.
I'd rather have them
While I listen to
John and Paul sing,
And Ringo and George too
As my submarine goes
From sea to sea.
Yes, I'd rather think,
Think these thoughts
At those times than now.
Because right now,
I am the Sun King,
Floating to my bed of clouds,
And these thoughts
Are lead on my feet
And on my soul.
I'll think then,
And dream now.
Wrote this last night while I was trying to sleep.
I’m done with blindly
Accepting all of your lies,
**** faith, earn it!
I’m shredding your books.
Prove me wrong when I say
That you’ve never helped anyone.
Fix a ******* problem,
Instead of making more.
So far all you’ve been
Is an object of war, hate, and bigotry.
Stand for love,
Like you claim.
Stand for love,
Or get the **** out.
I’m done blindly
Accepting all of your lies,
**** faith, earn it!
When you get on your knees,
And beg for forgiveness,
Remember you’re the only one
Who can fix it so
Put those clasped hands to work.
Get up and do something,
Instead of praying for it.
Don’t thank God for
What’ve you accomplished
With your blood, sweat, and tears,
Thank yourself for hard work,
And party with the devil.
I’m done with blindly
Accepting all of your lies,
**** faith, earn it!
Remember when you say
That you’ll keep me
In your prayers,
That I’ll think of you
Every time I watch the news
And see people dying and killing
For their imaginary friend.
I’m not making the
Leap of faith for
A jealous god,
Or for an instigator
Of hate, war, and bigotry.
I’m done with blindly
Accepting all of your lies,
**** faith, you don’t even deserve it!
Inspired by the line in the movie "The Grey"
Today, you are
Six feet away
From me, but I
Still can't see
Your face at all.

Last time I did,
You had the best,
The biggest grin,
And I didn't
Even have hair
On my young chin.

You are six feet
Away from me,
But I hardly
Know who you are,
Or what your voice
Even sounds like.
Please, who are you?

I hear silent
Tears, falling all
Around me like
A waterfall.
Three women stand
Surrounding me,
Crying their
Silent call.

Twelve years goes
By quicker when
You don't know
The missing, the
Absent person.
Four years is far
Too young to know
Someone even
If they are kin.

Today, you are
Six feet away
From me, but I
Still can't see
Your face at all.
I hear silent
Tears, falling all
Around me like
A waterfall.
Wrote this in middle school. It's about my father who passed away when I was 4.
If ever the time has come,
Let it be known and
Let it be said.
He was always and never
Prepared for it to be.
Cut short, or just on time,
A judgement beyond our mortal say.
We can only breathe a sentiment,
While in our heads we sigh,
Glad it wasn’t us.
Life flashes by,
Time is wasted preparing to die.
Worshiping the imaginary,
In hopes of something eternal.
A foolish waste of
The precious moments.
Paint your wrists red
Because nothing lasts,
And that is all.
Wrote this the other night when I was feeling particularly down while reading "The Perks of Being a Wallflower."

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