Loss of all my love texts,
Loss of all my pictures,
Loss of a touchscreen,
Loss of the memories.

What?
WHAT?
WHAT??
Words that are tedious,
And last till eternity,
There is no better question,
Than the question of uncertainty.

What have you done?
You've entered my life unexpectedly,
Stole my heart after day one,
Became my close companion,
Shared timeless love with me,
Greatly inspired me through academics,
And sports,
Supported me through the good and bad,
Been there for me as best you can,
Despite our long-distant relationship,
Showered me with gifts,
Proven your true love for me,
Satisfied me in more than one way,
Said the most heartfelt things to me,
Whispered seductively in my ear.
Held me tight when I needed your love,
Embraced me in your loving arms.
Surprised me,
Helped me rid of the dark side,
Told me that you "loved me,"
Made love painfully hurt deep inside of me,
But I know it means true love,
Made me realize the true meaning of love,
Brought me a life of neverending love and serenity.

What if I just pulled the trigger now,
Would people wonder why, when, where, how?
Would my father then understand me,
When I'm so blissfully set free?

I have absolutely nothing to do this summer,
I feel like dying because my mom is driving me up the wall,
My boyfriend never texts me anymore,
I have many insecurities I can't handle,
Mono ruined my whole **** summer,
Now it's impossible to find a job apparently,
I haven't played tennis in over six months,
Though I enjoy track because I have a few friends,
I HATE my ****,
I break everything,
I shy and I don't even realize it,
I fake a smile every day,
I'm going to fail my impossible US History and Government regents,
Not being melodramatic because it's so difficult,
Nothing ever works out for me,
Maybe if I **** myself,
My boyfriend will realize how much pain I'm in,
And how much I need him,
Maybe then,
I can finally get him to open up to me.
This is the first summer I have NOTHING to do,
After a stressful year,
I feel I'm not good enough for my boyfriend,
And I'm all alone when I need to express my feelings.

When I count to three,
My past will stop haunting me,
I will open my eyes,
Smile,
and willingly rome free.

Why am I so shy?
Why do I have anxiety?
Why do I hate the word, "redundent?"
It's because I've been living through pain every day.

Please don't change just for me,
Let me discover your true personality.
I'll accept you nomatter what,
So please don't keep your gorgous eyes shut.
Please understand,
I will forever hold your hand.
You've showed your maturity and love for me,
So now please do show me
Your true personality.

I'm worried,
That I will lose myself in a jiffy.