Behind these eyes
is a long story.
These eyes are getting
weary.
So slowly.
When I look in the mirror I say
"I want the old me".
When I look in my eyes
I can tell that I'm in constant
pain.
I try and try to smile
but when I do I just look in the mirror
and see that
my eyes aren't the way they used to be.

You ever get that feeling
When you find out somethings wrong
Its like you're stomach drops to your knees
and you feel like you have to scream
I don't know what its called but
I have the feeling
that's its this thing that people call
sadness
The only sad part about this is that
I've felt like this lately.

I'll be nancy,
you'll be sid.
What a tragedy itll be in the end.

You and me
we float on the same river
in the same canoe looking
straight ahead waiting for
something new.
We were meant to stay afloat for
each other.
Before I met you my canoe flipped over
so many times.
At days I felt like I was drowning.
But now that your with me
holding my hand
I know that we are meant to be
best friends.
I love you a lot more than you will ever know.
So please stay in my boat with me,
we will find our way to the shore
and everything will end up being great again
once more...

Our hearts can become filled with so much
hatred yet even though we continually feel this way
we still think about all the possibilities.
This world is filled with anger.
This world is heavy on souls.
This world never gives us a break.
Is it a punishment to humans ?
What if you were able to change the whole world?
Where would you start?
School, Home,  or even
Work.
The world is filled with so many great possibilities.
Its time for this world to become what it can be.

You can only party so much,
before it becomes old.
It's time to grow the hell up dude.
Be a man,
Or  a women.
Not everything can be fun and games.

She stands and moves
at the same time.
She feels as if the world is slow.
She doesn't know what to do.
Anxiety takes a hold of her life.
She is a captive to her own self.
She no  longer can escape.

Sometimes I wish I was as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside.

Just incase people dont know
God dont pick favorites.
You just got more luck obviously than the man you sit next to.

Sometimes when I dream
I wish I could live there
and never leave
reality bites.

I wonder if your awake.
I wonder if your alone.
I wonder if your listening to music.
I wonder if your so tired you can hardly keep your eyes open.
I wonder when your gonna be my friend again.
I wonder if your smoking a CIG.
I started the bad habit of it.
I wonder if your wondering about me.
Probably not.
I'm probably not even in your dreams.

If you feel lost
look up to the sky and breath.
Tell the stars how you feel,
if anything they'll just sit there
and listen.
Gazing back at you.

Love is over rated and so complicated.
Why do I bother with it?
Crazy as it is I keep giving it a chance when I know how it'll end.
That's bad on my part.

Everybody seems to forget what ive sacrificed.
Things,
Money,
even feelings.
Its a sad cruel world.

We live in a world where
people lie over petty things,
people don't help unless they get something out of it, steal, cheat, immaturity is off the wall with this young generation and what's the most disheartening thing of all is no one gives a ****.
But I do.

You'll miss me.
You took me for granted.
I took you for granted too.
I'll never miss you.
Ever.

We don't realize what we have done wrong.
Until its to late.

One thing after another
Can't be simple,
or positive.
Why?
Why are you like that?
I'm so tired of it.
You say you want what's best for me,
yet your not helping.

Let's fly
far far away,
and never look back.

There aren't any changes,
besides the fact I wish I felt
alive.
I'm breathing,
yet I already feel dead.
There aren't no changes
cause I keep going back to the same ****.
Day after day I'm sitting and waiting for the change but all that comes is the dwell
in the night.
Well honey,
there aren't no changes.

October 8th the worse day.
I'm counting down the minutes.
I'm counting down the hours.
Reminding myself of the worse day of my life.
It's the anniversary.
It's hard to move on and just let go.
People tell me I'm torchuring myself,
when in reality I'm just facing the real world.
Whats happened to me does not define me.
But what I have gone through I know has changed me.
Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
I have all these hopes and dreams.
I'm scared you won't be apart of them.
Or she will **** up.
Or dad will end up going crazy, once more.
All over a date.
A date that'll remain in my life forever.
A date I wish to let go but know I can never,
because I've learned and I've lost. This day is a day where the chapter is new and the print is bold. Not meak.

I've grown impatient.
Due to my situation.
I can't sleep.
I have to convince myself to eat.
I cover myself in warrior paint,
in order to face the day.
Smack a fake smile on my face,
and pray no one see behind my mask
I made.

I can't breathe anymore,
at first I blamed it on the cigs.
I don't think its that anymore.
I miss the sound of your voice in the middle of the night.
Truthfully you made me breathe.
I needed you.
But **** it I'll light another one.
Till I cant take it anymore.

Dragging the jacket behind me,
I'm covering up my tracks now.
Good bye cruel town.
I hope to never come back.

I love you
I hate you
I miss you
but I don't.
But maybe I do.
But I'm tired of living in the past.
Its time to move on.
To let go.
No more nightmares about you.
No more dreams about us.
Because its done.
Its faded.
Its over.
Its gone.
For the first time I'm tranquil about that.

Ive struggled with who I am,
for a good minute.
The beautiful intelligent friend of mine,
has lost her mind.
I might be going home soon.
I'm not addicted I swear.
I just miss them.
Well maybe I miss you too.
Who knows.
Who cares.
These are just blabs
that happen in the middle of the night.

I twirl into you,
grab your hand,
you let it go.
Guess you don't want to dance.

I'll never have a love.
Like you.
Your a rare breed.
Too hard to find.
It was nice.
Now its gone.
Now I see.
How cruel love is,
towards me.

Beneath the dead leaves laid a
branch waiting for its chance
to be seen.

Time goes by and I sit in the chair
every day waiting for you to walk through
the door.
The hardest goodbye's are the goodbye's left unsaid.
I know them all too well.
But I cope.

Daddy goes for walks,
he bring backs rocks.
Names them.
Puts them in a little box,
and keeps them for safe keeping.
Daddy doesn't know
how sad this makes me.
My daddy is crazy.
Daddy's weird.
Daddys this and that.
But I love him.

Misery loves company.
You attract what you want,
but keep it away from me.

All the bad boys.
All the fake thugs.
All the bad drugs.
All the chances.
All the hopes.
All the dreams.
All the classes.
All the glasses.
All the nights alone.
All the papers.
All the nights wishing.
All the nights wanting.
All the times tossing and turning.
All the beauty.
It's seemed to peek out more lately.
All the love.
The Miami boy.
All the boxes.
All the cars.
All the chances.
All the changes.
Ive seen the sun.
All the sunsets.
All the day dreams.
All the times I wish you could've been mine.
All the relapses.
All the triggers.
All the mistakes.
But this is me.

She's down to earth,
what am I?

I'm not a churchy girl.
I wish I could be.
Wake up every Sunday morning,
brush my hair get dressed,
and go to the house of god.
Maybe then he would be there
for me more.
But I believe,
worshipping god doesn't have to be
in a designated place at a designated time.
So no I won't be one of those preachers wife's.
But its fine by me,
because at the end of the day
god holds me in his arms
and walks me through the sand.
I am a child of God.
I believe he loves all and watches.
So mean what you say before you comment about
"Churchy people".

She doesn't write poetry about me anymore.
I wonder why.

I wish I could leave this town.
Its cursed.
I'm stuck and have been for years.
Too many drugs.
Too many bad people.
I'm sick of being here.

I've decided to let you go.
To move on from you.
To just forget about you.
I've promised myself to quit thinking about you.
Or even talking about you.
One of the worse feelings is regret.
I'm filled with that because of you.
You made me be a bad person.
By telling me it was okay.
Your a liar.
A manipulator.
I'm glad your gone.
Your not a man.
Your a **** boy.

As the sun set the moon awake,
that's when I had to say goodbye
and that's what broke my heart.

When I look in the mirror
I dont see me
I see her.
The me I loved is gone and she is here
to stay.

I made a mistake,
but that's okay we all do.
We're only human.

I've learned to live one day at a time.
One step then another.
Don't over due every little thing.

Lets write a story,
I'll grab the pen
and you'll grab the paper
and we'll write our story
all over again.
And in the end
we'll look at each other and thank the fact
that we started our chapter again.

I just wanna let go
of all the ******* I've been through.
Its hard to not look back.
But its time I move on.
Its time I don't look back.

I miss my best friend.
Its starting to hurt when I breath again.
I could tell you why.
I'm heart broken again.

After seven days or so
the grass looks greener on the other side.
So I've been told.

I imagined a world with out you,
and god it broke my heart.