we were five and young,
we were alive and always sung.
that was when we were five
and then society came along slapping
us in our faces with reality, ruining our social graces. I no longer feel alive.

now we're fifteen and sad,
i'm drinking with my lad,
as i'm mentally sinking in my fears,
drowning helplessly in my tears,
barely passing classes this year,
as i hear people say, "Keep your head up dear!" As if that will help me. As if that will help me. As if that will help me.

**i want to go back to being five.
i want to feel alive again.

To: him
from: her.

I don't know, if this is somewhat temporary,

but this is kind of scary,

i think it was when i first told you that

i was allergic to dairy,

was when i realized how easy it was

to be myself around you because,

i liked the way you wanted to know

the small things about me,

and learn more about the art inside of me,

i thought it was lovely,

i thought you were lovely.

you see,

i dont think i've met anyone

like you, it feels like i've won

a trophy, a prize

because darling you're honestly

perfect in my eyes.

you were the star, in the night

when i was surrounded by darkness

until you came a long, and gave me

light.

i was the damsel in distress,

and you were my charming knight,

every time when stress ways me down,

you always erase my frown,

and replace it with a smile,

i know you're oceans,

and miles,

and miles apart,

but love i dont care,

you will forever be in my heart.

i dont know if this is temporary,

or if this was as boring as a library,

and this is kind of scary,

but i really like you,

i'm hoping that you like me too.

love, her. Or in other words me.

you are* the blood running through my veins

you keep me somewhat sane

you are the reason why i'm breathing

you are the reason why my heart keeps beating

i know this isn't a lot of words
and this may seem absurd

**but i guess what i'm trying to say is
i love you.

no matter how many times i scream for you to hear my words made of silk, or pour out my thoughts to you like milk, you just sit there and turn my words into useless cream, even if my words flowed to you like water, like a river, you would turn them into steam; and watch me shiver.

she was a pretty girl
who hated the night,
so when the city lights were visible
she went to bars, to grab a drink
hoping that she wouldn't sink
in her fears again,
or drown in her tears again,
or stay in her bed for years again,
so she screamed as loud as she possibly could hoping that it
would silence the voice in her, and it did/

she was just a kid really,
people saw her as young, pretty, and silly; but they didn't see the sadness that was flowing through her veins
and she was glad/

she was glad that they didn't see her when she was sad/

she was just a pretty girl who hated the night//

i remember someone saying, life was a game,
i forgot his or her name,
but i sure as heck know, that life and a game are definitley not the same.

her breathing begins to slow,
as the wind softly blows,
and her soul tiptoes away
from her flesh, she can now
dance and sway, she can finally
let go.