Remember the moment you left me alone and
Broke every promise you ever made
I was an ocean, lost in the open
Nothing could take the pain away
So you can throw me to the wolves
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne

You will never know what's behind my skull
So won't you say goodnight so I can say goodbye.

You will never know what's under my hair
So won't you say goodnight so I can say goodbye.

You will never know what's under my skin
So won't you say goodnight so I can say goodbye.

You will never know what is in my veins
So won't you say goodnight so I can say goodbye.

Won't you go to someone else's dreams
Won't you go to someone else's head
Haven't you taken enough from me
Won't you torture someone else's sleep?

And you will never know what I'm thinking of
So won't you say goodnight so I can say goodbye

I just looked on my phone one day
"hey"
I honestly didn't know weather to answer or not.
But I did
I legit said 'hi' back and you said such sweet things to me. you never know how much it can make someone's day by doing that. I saw some of your poems and you are honestly a great writer. I hope we can be internet friends or something because you are awesome...
You deserve so much more than my sucky poem but whatever :))
thank you for making my day, Carson
-Vianna

I am quite impressed, you are a 13 year old who has been through so much pain. But instead of letting that pain turn you to a bad person, instead you turned it into a beautiful gift that only a few will understand. You are quite honestly one of a kind, the kind of person that will, of course in due time be able to spin together words and make something so beautiful that not even the Sun and Moon will be able to compete. You have so many years, if you keep on practicing and learning sooner or later the stars will quiver in fear. Only because the allure you put into it would put all the stars bright shining rays to a deep and utter shame.

What if my poems are bad?
what if they're too sad?
Am I being too dramatic?
oh, my i'm frantic.
Why do I doubt myself so much?
no one has ever said I should do such
but maybe its my head
saying
"listen to me instead"
My mind is a place I could always trust
with secrets large and small
But that secret keeping diary
is now gone.

If you don't talk
you write
if you don't write
you think
and if you think too much
you die.
Please find a way to write or talk.