You keep trying to drag me into your depression
But you can't not even with all your repression
I've learned in life to hold my head high
N to those whom hurt you just say goodbye
My children deserve more than being tought to lie to me
N I find everything out you see
The lies n drugs n manipulation just arent my thing
Because with them my heart can't sing
So don't drag me into you web of *******
And you tried to so I had to quit
So I'm sorry I can hang with u no more
So as I leave you crying on the floor
Remember you did this to you
So take your own blame its the right thing to do

Tired of the ignorance tired of the crap tired of the *******
it all makes me throw a fit.
Try n b the best u can n do for your friends
but **** it, why when everything ends .
Why put effort forth for anything when it isn't gunna go anywhere to begin with
true love n all that jazz is just a myth
so buck up baby n **** the rest
this is your life you only need to pass your own test

She,
She was the sun
And what an honour it had been
To live life
In her warmth.

You don't express love in the ways that I want you to,
But you express it in the ways that you know how.

my fingers have become bored with
the quicksand of routine
they prefer to dance erotically over my typewriter
frolicking like naked ballerinas
over an ancient stage
spilling their secret thoughts
onto blank page,
after their day job
threaded together
over my lap,
or bending over to
reveal the contents
of my burlap sack

they have taken instead
to jumping over cracks
in the nothing of night
stifling the sound of silence
with assortments of clicks and clacks
punching in the perfect pitch of keys
to leave Beethoven blind
from this symphony of notes combined

and just like that at last
they have unfolded some rhyme
unachievable with ink and pencil,
without the stencil of time
dictating to work inside the lines

i can't get hungover,
yet somehow i know the feeling.
i know the feeling because you were like
alcohol to me.
i am fatigued and weak,
when just before you came around i was
becoming strong again.
i became thirsty and
i really believed that you were
the cure.
in reality, i needed more water...
not more of you.
my decreased need of sleep makes sense.
after all, how can i sleep with the
pains that you bring me
constantly?
concentrating is so difficult,
whether its on a movie I'm watching or
even my school work.
everything has become a chore,
and the sunlight burns and i can't seem to
keep myself focused for more than a few seconds before
i go back to nowhere land.

even though I've never been hungover,
i know that i am with you.
hungover on the thought and the wishes that you
would become something more than a poison to
me.

You're beautifully unique,
No need to envy anyones physique,
Afterall beauty isn't  specific.
It varies,if not;the world would be boring hence pathetic!
Someone somewhere finds you perfect,flawless
So don't stress.