You write uh... good.
Even gooder than me.
Er- Better?
You make me lose my words,
Especially when thinking about you.
Maybe I can’t draw you,
But I can write.
And in my mind, I picture:
You and me.
Together.

dear, if you saw me now,
you'd be rolling in your grave.

her name always sparks something.
a song,
a thought,
a conversaton.

but sometimes just thinking about her makes me panic.

I'll take the lights out with you, baby
Throw me into the wall
Hear my whimpers in the hall

Make me your own honey, baby
Now my mind is set on you
I'm all you wanna do

I'll take the top
Until you stop
Our little game
Of heat-filled passion

why, why, why
don't i need a reason to cry?
i don't wanna choke on air
or have to breathe in my cries
i'll just sob,
and choke,
and cry,
and more.
a desperate, stupid need for help.

she can’t ******* love you back, you’re a good for nothing, useless ******* *****! why in all hell would someone as good as her ever ******* love you. useless pig.

why are you thinking about her again, you’re the villain in this story. stop feeling pity for yourself, you’d forgive her if she wanted it.

she won’t die, it’ll be okay. but what if she dies in her sleep and can’t ever say goodnight to you guys again, or i love you, or-

you can’t take back what you’ve said! they won’t forgive you, no matter how many times you say “i’m sorry,” or “it’s not your fault!” or “she was just there for me when you weren’t” or some ****. no one’s gonna forgive you! they won’t forgive you because you. don’t. deserve it. and they hate you, everyone else does. sensitive, insensitive *****.

i want to throw up. i need to throw up. it’s so big, your stomach? wow, you probably gained 10 pounds today! what are you now, 30 pounds overweight then? you’re just dense, right? well, maybe personality wise, but physically? you’re just fat! what muscle? that’s probably a tumor, maybe get that checked out cuz whoa, a kid like you would NEVER have muscles, like, how?!

but i can’t let any of this get to me, because i’ve been the happy one! the one that has to help them, that feels it their duty to help and make everyone happy even if i’m not, so stop crying, stop feeling, unless it’s happy tears or happiness. you can do it! now do it.

laying in bed,
staring at my empty hand
i just wish you were here
to hug me, and hold me
we may laugh,
we may cry
but either way,
we don’t mind
but now i’m hanging on empty hope
that i’ll hold you again

lol ik i was having depresso hours but i just saw a really funny tumblr post and now i feel better still wanna die but i feel better

i finally told you:
i have bulimia.
at least, you caught on.
at least, you worried.
i'm sorry-i'm sorry, stop yelling, i love y

everybody’s got it worse,
you crying, smelly pig
keep screaming til your voice is hoarse
or you’ve snapped like a twig

she won’t die, you’re just scared
but what if you’re not?

what the ****, are you crying again?!

******* what was this for

happy cry, happy cry, happy cry
maybe i'll just sob my "happiness" out
happy cry, happy cry, happy cry
i'll comfort myself without making a sound

I dunno how to explain
my feelings for you.
So I put it in a poem
all about fruit!

You’re the lemon to my lime,
the apple of my eye.
You’re the cherry on top
of a sweet, sweet sundae!

Even if you cantaloupe with me,
Don’t lose any hope!
Oh! Question!
Honeydew you wanna dance?

We’re like slices of a mandarin!
Or pineapple in a metal can.
We’re two different pears
that make a delicious pair!

whoa according to a sudden realization i just had i have no shame or anxiety when im sad ic ried and im sleep deprived so bedt time for me to vent? riht mnow!

We'll take our time
Just passing by
I'll make your day
A happy day, indeed!

Maybe you're sad,
Well, that's too bad!
I'll take you to see your favorite band,
Or spend a day out in the sand
but I'll make your day
A happy day, indeed!

Maybe hugs aren't enough,
Or maybe you're just stressed...
I'm sorry for how hard I pressed.
I hope I still made your day
A happy day, indeed.

At first,
You were a dream.
A dream I couldn’t keep,
And I couldn’t make reality.
Months later,
Though,
You said you liked me, too.
And my heart did twirls!
I love you,
Подсолнух.
Maybe a bit too much.

i need you to hold my hands
so i don't hurt myself worse
i twisted my thigh
i near stabbed my hand
i can't
s t o p
i need
your help

Once upon a time,
Not so long ago,
Lived an unhappy girl
Living an unhappy life.

One day,
She fell down a hole.
F
  a
     l
       l
         i
           n
              g,
She called for help.

No one answered.

The little girl was all alone now,
At the bottom of an endless pit.
Nothing to hope for,
Nothing to lose.

She first tried to help herself.
Finding twigs to build up.
But they were twigs,
And twigs snap.

Then, she tried to call for help.
Anybody passing by could hear her pleas.
But nobody cared,
And nobody came.

The little girl tried and tried,
She yelled for help and hurt herself.
She jumped high as Jack’s beanstalk.
Cried as loud as Hansel and Gretel.

Eventually,
She came to terms that she was alone.
Alone and done for,
She laid down on the cold rocks below her.

She reflected on herself.
Her happy ending wasn’t coming,
That’s for sure.
So what could she do?

As darkness slowly enveloped her,
She smiled grimly.
“I was done for from the start.
Unwanted and uncared for.”

“I hurt myself and starved myself,
Nobody listened.
I tried to make a scene.
I had tried everything.”

“Now,
I start as I began.
An unhappy girl
In an unhappy life.”

“I miss you, i’m sleeping with your sweatshirt”
“I miss you still and it’s been like 2 hours”
“It smells like you and makes me sad :(“
“sowhataboutafterschooltomorrow”
Jenny, it’s not too late to call us off

Take me to the Ball.
Then trip me,
make me fall.
I’ll run and flee,
make everyone see,
how hurtful you truly are.

Not too late to call it quits,
We haven’t even had our first kiss yet
You can dump me, it’s cool
But, how will we handle it at school?

Yeah, but I'm fine, right?
Just ruining everybody's day after the last light.
I'm working on improving myself.
Whether that's the result of a mental breakdown or not,
I don't know.
But, it's something.
And you guys help a lot!
You try to, at least.
Thanks to you, it's harder to give in.
Easier to fight back.

long discussions on who's better
i need to shower,
leave you hanging
you're the only voice i love to hear
and i love to listen to your singing
we're oddballs
dumb dumbs, too
you're a sweet one, though,
and you're really **** soft
your face is so pretty
jesus ******* christ i wanna kiss you-

Dear, you’re looking better every day
And hey, I’m begging for ya on my knees
You’re a darling, beauty, super girl
The only superhero I need

Not the slightest average,
I’m a simple civilian
I’m gazin’ up from the streets
As you beat up the supervillain

I catch your eye as you fly down from the sky
You’re smilin’, but no one says “thanks”

I approach you and say “Hi,
You’re a huge influence of mine.
I wanna be like you someday.
It’s your present I pine.”

Your smile droops but that’s alright.
You sigh and say,
“I wish I was more like you.
Livin’ the life of a civilian.
Not chasin’ any villains.
Wishin’ I was more like you.”

Even if one day you give up,
You’ll still be my hero for this day.
I still hope you never give up,
And again, one day,
You’ll look my way.

you're not even gone yet
but i miss you
i'll spend as much time with you as i can
before you are

gonna- gonna *******-
stab a *****
sigrid what the ****
you said we werent friends
so why
are you taking your ex's place
when he isnt here

Do you have a heart
Or only half a heart?
You gave it to her.
The one whose name contains art.

Heart contains art,
And you are a work of art.
She ruthlessly ripped you up.
The one whose name contains art.

You still want her,
However bad she is.
You still want her.
The one whose name contains art.

panic panic
late at night
make me feel
manic manic
every night

me: i'm gonna die in three years anyway, what's the difference?
her: you don't know that.
me: still might.
her: we can't be a married couple if you're dead!!

All our relationship is...
Passive lies,
Heart wrenching,
Obviously faked smiles.

Talk to me, babe.
We need to work things out.
After class, babe.
Figure us out.