I want to protest,
I want to rebel
I want to stand up and yell in their faces.

I'm tired of being put down,
I'm tired of falling short.
I'm tired of trying so hard for things that don't even matter to me.

It's sad teenagers dream of being 18 so they can get away from the life they're living
It's so **** sad that some feel that life is so bad that they'd harm themselves to escape.

We're told to think for ourselves but then when we speak our minds we're told to shut up and sit down as if a teenager couldn't possibly know anything about the world; as if the number of years on this earth determines whether or not we understand the concept of loving another human unconditionally, or understand what it's like to be sad.

I want everyone to come together and fight the injustice. To live deliberately, to **** the marrow out of life.

Not a wink
Of sleep
Mind wondering
To some new
far off place
a map
with routes
I cannot retrace

MY EYES ARE STILL BLOODSHOT SINCE THE DAY YOU LEFT.
AND ***** STILL BURNS AT THE BACK OF MY THROAT
FROM ALL THE FUTILE ATTEMPTS TO DROWN YOUR SWEET NOTHINGS THAT I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON.
YOU WERE MY MAP AND NOW I'M
HOPELESSLY LOST WITHOUT YOU

You make me happy
And I always smile
But It's not love
No, I'm not in denial

Your eyes are so pretty
And I hope you don't catch my stare
But I know it's not love
Finding that is rare

You make me nervous
I can barely stand
But I know it's not love
I don't think I can

For hours on end
You're all that's on my mind
But I know it's not love
That only happens once in a lifetime

What if it IS love?
What do I do?
Is it weird if I asked
If you love me too?