What if I told you I haven't shaved my legs, my hair is *****, and I'm only wearing a big sweatshirt, underwear, and a bra on a cold Sunday morning?
What if I told you that I'm full of contradictions, breaking without warning?
What if I told you I was huddled under covers crying about imaginary characters, scribbling out my feelings through the blood of a pen or the sweat of a keyboard?
What if I told you that I'm endlessly entertained, yet endlessly bored?
What if I told you that makeup makes me break out, trying to be pretty just makes me feel stupid, the only people I can talk to honestly are strangers, and to those I know I hide and put it all on the shelf?
What if I told you that I ask others who they think I am, because I can't put a label on myself?

There is nothing more peaceful than the warmth of another
Not romantic, no, just two people under covers
Not intimate, no, just two people next to each other
Not platonic, no, just two people pretending not to be lovers

There is nothing more peaceful than the darkness of the night
The time where it is silent, the time where there is no need to be bothered
The sun breaks through the clouds, it's another monotonous day of light
But your own words are suspended, gears stuck, drifted, hovered

There is nothing more peaceful than the smell of a new book
A new world to delve into, a fantasy life to absorb in your mind
A reader, a dreamer, a thinker, for all the time it took
For you to realize who you are and what you can search around and find

Comfort comes in many forms
For many different people
Comfort is worth your time
So take some time and relax
Get away from the drama
Get away from the difficulties
Only to go back minutes later
We don't have time to wait much longer

I was upstairs, hiding in my cave
Of blankets, a warm, cozy grave
The light of my laptop brightened my face
My typing fingers, the keyboard they did grace

A story was forming, a simple thought
My eyes were calculating, stoic, a robot
But inside, my gears were turning, my brain was turned to high
And it felt like it had been days since I last saw the sky

What are you doing? Come downstairs!
Hah, why? It's not like you care.
I'm writing, I'm drawing, I'm thinking, leave me alone
To my fort of pillows I will go, hugging my cell phone

Technology is my life force, the Internet my food
It's a horrible, enjoyable addiction, lifting my mood
Come on, come here, come down, come near
No, I'll stay, it's better up here.

One day you'll meet some people or two
And you'll fall in love, anyone would, how charming they are
Though sometimes the emotions will grow to destroy you
But you'll heal up just fine, all good, up to par

One day you'll meet some people or two
And you'll be friends, anyone would, how friendly they are
Though sometimes the arguments will be directed at you
But you'll be okay again, all good, unmarred

One day you'll meet some people or two
And you'll be enemies, anyone would, how repulsive they are
Though sometimes the whole thing will seem tiresome to you
But you'll see soon, they're not worth making scars

Everyone has problems
Who can pretend?
Everyone has problems
Fight through 'til the end.

Let's be honest.
CATS
They'll take over your life
Their love will only cause you strife
But you'll love them despite
CATS
Just note their addictive qualities
Soon you'll own them in ridiculous quantities
So be scared, beware of
**CATS!

Whisper, hush, quiet
Something shiny and sharp in my palm
Shouting, screaming, loud
A voice in my head, telling me to stay calm

The pain is delicious
The memories so vicious
And you were the cause of all this strife
Cursing my birth, cursing this life
Maybe I did.

The bathroom door locked and has been for a while
My whale-like thighs against the cold tile
So fat, ugly, worthless, no one will ever love you
That's what they all say, played like a fool
Maybe I was.

I couldn't help but begin to believe what they said
You look disgusting.
You're stupid.
Failure.
Die.
Maybe I will.


*Suicide is a horrible thing
But what's worse is making someone feel so awful
That they don't want to live anymore.

His body betrayed
        more
           than
              his
                 lips
                  ever could
        His words, never appearing
and they never would

His shoulders,
slumped
His eyes,
downcast

His mouth set in a hard, unfeeling grimace,
time
p      a      s      s      e      d

Dead.

Dead and gone.

**At last.