When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours

There was only one girl I ever saw face to face, her name I cannot say
She was the only one that could make my heart race
And the only one I would want in this Paper Town to stay
She was a real girl living in a Paper World
Concealed by her friends thoughts
I knew her hearts content and she knew mine
Looking on that day I don't have any regretted mistakes cause at the end of the day she was mine...
She was my bottle of Whiskey on some days and ***** on the next
They warned me about my addiction but I was just a drunk mess...

We're involuntary slaves to the system
Women degrading themselves to pay for tuition, little kids wishing, that someone could see their vision, what's with all the killing, ****** our ladies what the hell are we thinking
Making babies, then running away, now mommy's on child support, with no work, waiting on the government to pay..her parents are disappointed that their baby is a parent,16 and pregnant, its no show this is the real segment...I have a dream Martin Luther once said, he talked about equality and the freedom of  men, but we live in a world where we put high  prices on bread, reading all these terms and conditions now my vision's impaired
Its only fair that we stop this malicious attempt whether you're black or white, male or female we should all have one thing and that's respect!!

Let's pretend that I had friends would I be so different, would I have all this anger and would have I picked up this pen, would have I wrote all these words to curse everyone that hurt me, until the very end...let's pretend...
Let's not pretend to what's already happening, they say I'm Extraterrestrial like an Alien,You'd swear I was a court case cause they keep judging my name, the only defense I have is this pen and this page
Being pushed over the edge, by the people you love, the people you trust, then finding out that their truly corrupt   you've had enough, enough of being a puppet to these corporate muppets,
They make me sick to my stomach, now I'm spitting out words that I can't stomach
**** it
The next time the world gives me hell I'll take a gun put it to my temple and **** it...

Its not where you are or who you are...its the hours, the minuets and the seconds you have in life...they might be the scariest times or even the happiest but I'm sure of one thing you have to make em the most exceptional times...being in hospital having people care, after they saw I was knocking on deaths door!!! Maybe I do have something to live for...I can adapt to the new surroundings, I will not perish...but then again all good things don't last forever, and life isn't as good as it seems...not when you're me anyway, I mean I lost the girl of my dreams, the only person that knew me and the only person I can be real with, I lost my niece who still had a long life to live which was cut short by a driver...and I missed 2 weeks of school! Today 11 May 2015 @ exactly 14:13pm I'm sitting in my room, which looks like the atomic bomb that hit nagasaki paid a visit!! Everything is different now, I miss Caitlyn even more, I wish I could turn back the hands of time, I wish I could have gotten my niece and nephew off the road, I wish life was back to normal...but I guess that's all those are...wishes! I wonder if she thinks about me or even misses me....I wonder if my niece is smiling with the lord Jesus up in Heaven...those two changed me! I was never the same again when they walked into my life!! Anyway, that's all I have right now #StayCool

I seem to be bound to something that's out of bounds...drowned to the sound of nothing cause she's not around, now I'm here with the windows down writing these nouns, we used to be high together but lately we're on different clouds...I don't know how, it came about.
For us to be so close then to turn into the un-found
I mean  my world was so complete, but I guess dreams aren't for keep, now i got a bottle of *****, a gun and your voice notes on repeat...
I don't know why I can't just forget you
You're basically crossing my mind and sometimes it just hurts too much that I wish I could eat a bullet and die maybe then will I forget you
Barely ever sober no more
Wake up with a shot, just to collect my thoughts
Your definition of drunk is my reality of soberness  
Its how I control the urge to jump infront of a moving bus...
Isn't it funny I'll be using your fear as an escape route
Maybe then you'll realise how much my heart hurts
Or did hurt cause Its not there anymore
I gave it to you, you took it,held it closely to your chest until the day on the 4th of May you decided to throw it away because you were afraid that I might do the same
So you left first
And I had to deal with the hurt but thank you cause I finally understand that love is a curse