i feel my lungs expanding,
My heart is so demanding,
For the air i need to breathe,
As i fear i cannot see,
These screams surrounding me,
As i lose my will to live
They thrive,
Holding me in place, they lied
Pushing me away, this is a bad trip
They tell me
This is a bad trip
She screams, this is only the tip of the iceberg,
That we will all drown beneath,
STOP!..........................................
I need to breathe, I cannot see or hear,
I wont feel the pain,
You've killed my brain like cancer,
You've eaten me alive,
And oh how you thrive,
While i die on the inside
And i knew right from the start
That you would Break my heart
And ill scream from the pain
The Numbing In my brain
The oh so fragile skin, you touch
This is a sin, this is Too MUCH
STOP......................... its not enough
But I do it anyway
I wont be okay
I'm allowed to be mad and hurt
I don't care what you have to say
You played, a twisted game
It Broke, my glass heart
My hands Bled
I cut them on the little pieces
When I tried to love you with them
I'm not smart
I wasn't from the start
It hurts
but only during the bad parts
I Thrive
Because you make me feel like art
STOP...............
When did this become about you
I Wrote this train of thought
I thought we were through
But your always on my mind
To kind to leave me behind
And it kills me
But id rather die than lose you
And you know that i wont go
Theres far too much to show
Ill fight, even if its not right
And youve given up on me
I see
You cant ask me to leave, i wont
I wont go, not unless you beg
I prey, you never go that far
This felling is so bizarre
Its hard
STOP!..............
My hollow body aches
Stop!!!.....................
My breath you always take
Stop............................................
Please don't leave me behind
stop.....................................................
­This is where we say goodbye

For the longest time I was sad
I lost the only friend i had
but looking back on it she going down
She was dragging me with her

But A new place means new people
i will never get tired of new friends
discovering things
to which there will be no end

but whats this?
something entirely new
there was a light in my heart
sparked, when i saw you

I didnt have to fight or struggle
i wasnt treated as a joke
i still cant believe its real
you my darling are too good to be true

Three cheers to the art of falling apart
To days spent lying in bed
To messy rooms
To losing our minds

Three cheers to the art of falling apart
To losing our minds
To screaming at air
To fights with walls

Three cheers to those of us who fight
To swimmers who refuse to drown
To fighters who take the hits
to those of us who wont give up

Many cheers for the fallen
For the victims
For the finished
For the works in progress

Three cheers to the art of falling apart
for those of us who do it so well

Do you even see the pain you just caused?
It hurts and festers inside worse than ever before
this isnt a wound you can patch up with gauze
But honestly im not sure i can take it anymore!

You said you would help me
Got mad when i cried
When i bled because of you
you held me when i cried

did you already forget all of this?
am i that easy to toss aside
stop playing with me like this
i know already that you lied

Im sorry to say this
but it might be the end
you could have helped me
but now these poems are my only friends

I am safe here
believe it or not I like it here
even if its too dark to see
that just means the others cant see me

occasionally i forget about the light
how pretty it can be
sometimes i want to take it out and play with it
enjoy its warmth and happiness

the truth is
the light is harmful
it will expose you and make you weak
its safe here in the dark

alone in here i dance without you
remembering the feel of you here
the twirls we did
and the nights we hid
sitting beneath your tree
but now your gone
and i was wrong
my face in my hands, and them between my knees
your crown of cement is the only thing left of you and me

the little things we do for you
you don't even notice
we cut our hair and dye it through
but the wrong people tell us we look nice

you told her you liked blue eyed blonds
she took offense to her brown eyes and black hair
new contacts and lightened blond bleach
we do this, even thought its never fair

Instead we change it purple and blue
ink covers our skin
we get freak contacts too
then you try to point out our sin

the little things we do for you
you don't even notice
we cut our hair and dye it through
but the wrong people tell us we look nice