What am I here?
Where the hell is the door.
What I want and need to do
They don't connect anymore.
Why must I pick myself
Up off the floor.
I'm getting ****** now.
My jobs to keep the peace.
The peace can ******* fist
Inside its teeth.
It not FREEDOM
When nobodies FREE.
Can nobody see this but me?

I cant do this anymore
I dont know how not to love you.
Even your highs taste of sadness,
Like the strings of a cello
Who has played you this way?
You were meant to be a piano.

Can you hear the notes?
That sad and bass sound beating.
I am the cello, your a piano
Use the rest of your keys.
I wont have you become me.

They say to be a writer you must write.
To be a singer you must sing,
A dreamer you must dream,
And I'm not sure what I am.
What do they call it when words sing?
When you dream in songs and novels?
I am not a dreamer, a singer, a writer,
I am a void, a shell of a woman,
I overflow with someones tales.

I wonder why people
are so bad at being human.

I want you to know that I remember you.
I remember the girl who blushed bright at being called cute,
Who was told she was nothing but tried anyway.
I remember the girl who carved names into trees,
Who slashed down the names of people who left her,
I remember the girl who fought to remember.

I remember the girl who punched those trees.
The girl who tried to run and run and run,
Who scared the boys at school with her anger.
I remember the girl who could bleed and bleed,
Who would hide her face behind her hair,
I remember the girl who fought not to care.

I am the girl who carries her past inside her.

Hey you, yeah, you,
The boy who's face is too small
For all his emotion,
Who's heart is too soft
For this world commotion.
Don't let what you cant control
Define you,
Don't let what you couldn't stop
Confine you.
Don't take the pain you find
In various places,
Don't let it guide you
To despair filled places.
You are the boy
With wide open eyes,
If you could just see
How they reflect the sky's.
Perhaps you would understand
How you will survive.
Every breath that you breathe
Is proof your alive.
I am here so please
Don't let your face fall.
You are loved so stop
Feeling nothing at all.
If only you knew what we do.

I wont miss the feeling of helplessness,
Wactching you run away from yourself,
And snap back like a too tight rubber band.
I wont miss the look of anger at me,
For not being able to make the world perfect,
Or for forcing you to think for a moment.
I wont miss the heavy cloud of fustration,
You can't just set up camp in unhappiness,
Thats not home man, keep walking.
I wont miss the sharp pins of sadness,
I cant help you if you think your fine,
I cant watch you tear yourself to peices.
I wont miss the comments designed to maim,
Or the attempts to make me suffer for my feelings,
But my friend ... I will miss you.