She became a firefighter at a very young age
Passed with flying colors at every stage
Determined to follow the footsteps of her family
That is the dream that she did see.
She built up her body like any man
But had the gentlest hands.
The kindest heart that anyone would know
And that was something that she did show.
She would put the person on her back
Looking forward and would never slack
Her goal was to save all the lives she can
That was her goal, that was her plan.
And every time she looked at her children
As a mother would often do- and see the pride in their eyes
And in the faces of the lives she saved and prevented
Them from going to an early grave.
Then she would know that the choice she made
To be a firefighter would take her spirits so much higher.
So to the firefighters I salute you one and all
So stand proud, stand tall.

Ripped up jeans
Oil stained shirt
Muddy boots
Been busy
****** camo
Sharp knife
Meat on the table
Had fun
Muddy truck
Passed out in said truck
Beer cans on the floorboard
Had a party
Happy woman
Happy child
Run down man
That's a country boy
That's me

Another left,
another's gone,
my brother's tears,
my sorrowed song,
time is fleeting,
time is lost,
death touched his hand,
death's final cost.

Lately,
When I’ve tried
Opening the gates
The locks to my kingdom
It’s simply impossible to accomplish.
I’m terrified,
Terrified,
Of being ‘open.’
What does ‘open’ really even mean?

Am I supposed to investigate
Every dazzling petunia?
Conduct a survey among my local hydrangeas?
Or maybe I should consider taking a hibiscus
As my teacher
In order to learn the art of blooming.
Flowers mastered
The art of opening up to the world,
Without the fear that those around it
Will shine more astronomically
More brilliantly
Than they.

Yes, I wish I was a flower,

I wish I did not care.
I need to learn
How not to care
Like a flower.

Flowers may be ‘weak’
But they’re still stronger
Than me.
My skin is too soft-
My shell might crack
And it will break open
And you will see
That there’s nothing left inside me
And I will carve myself open
To prove it to you.

If I open up
Like a flower,
I’m sure to sustain an injury
Or a lot.
Trust is a butterfly
Easy to crush
Impossible to take
And wow
When you have it
It’s an amazing thing.
But when it’s gone,
Oh it’s an
Ugly
Mangled
Dead thing.

When did this trust
Fall out of my chest?
Did it shatter when it fell?
Because it’s sure broken
Into a million pieces
And it is mangled and ugly.
I am so broken
So fully broken
Hugs are poison
And your touch
Could burn the heart
Out of me.

I’m just anxious
I’m always nervous
My veins itch and
When your eyes dance on my form
I become physically ill
And when you put a hand on my shoulder
I’ll jump like a suicidal bird in flight.
These nerves are eating away
I’m being dissolved by their horrid bleach
And my organs are already mush.

I believed in You.
You were Family to Me.
You made Me believe you would be there for Me.
To comfort Me. To encourage Me.
But most importantly... Trust..
One of the many links in the chain that you've broken.
Now that chain is dragging me down, down under the water.
All those lies forcing me under.
Drowning me.
Trust...
Air...
I lost both because of You.

Im not going to be on here much anymore......
it makes me sad that you dont talk to me much now....
I guess i meant nothing but i just dont feel thats the truth !!

I hate to read your twitter accts...it really upsets me ,
But what should i expect......

from someone who cheats on the "best friend" wwith some older chick for 4 months for money from some old *** guy.

I just need to keep telling myself that you hate me and i meant nothing to u.






so i will just sit and cry like i usually do.

Come on Dylan

Do you remember me like I remember you?

Did you ever stop to think that I miss the old you?

The guy I used to know, the one I trusted with my life

I never thought you’d leave me, sitting in the dark

Hell yes I miss the old you, I want him back

So can I have my best friend again?

Where did he even go?