I said I loved her but she didn't love me back
My bestfriend tried to warn me but I was as blind as a bat
I gave her everything but all she gave me was a heal up my ***
As she laughed shredding my heart until it was thinner than the grass
How could I have been so stupid
Was the *** really that fat
Was I really that mesmerized by her slim body
Or was it her diamond like eyes that peered into my soul
I said I loved her and that was that
But clearly the love I had for her was worth nothing but shat

They tell us what we do is our choice
Then they tell us what to do and when to do and wonder why we rebel
Saying it’s our future, not theirs
But is it really
I mean…
They tell us when to eat, sleep, and breathe
Tell us to think this way as to another when it comes down to certain things
Then they punish us if we choose to disobey their will
Leaving us confused wondering what we did wrong
Because I swore this was our life, our choice, our will
But apparently in the fine print it reads theirs
So without us knowing we sold our souls to them
Giving them a second chance at life by stealing the life that was meant to be ours
But of course we are wrong to rebel
We are wrong to claim something that belong to us in the first place
So we remain dumbfounded staring at the white wall
The wall as blank as our freewill  
What a deal we made just by opening our eyes
Not realizing the repercussions of our decisions until it was too late  
Now we are slaves in our own living remains
Being taunted by the light that is just outside of our reach
But we don’t cry, better yet we can’t cry because the tears dried up years ago
So the truth is we are empty shells of our former selves
Being controlled by the strings that are attached to our limbs
So yeah…
We are puppets.
Living this non existing reality we call our lives

I know this is going to sound quite dramatic
But twelve years a slave
Now I'm finally on my way out
My debt has been paid
My keep has been earned
The struggle has been real
But now I can smile without a doubt
There have been ups and downs
And times I didn't even have a clue
But now I can honestly say
With my ******* in the air
***** I made it and ******* too
The tears of joy flow from eyes
The laugh of disbelief break free of its chains
2016 has finally come
And there's my freedom dancing along

her heart is sweaty,
skin smells of anxiety
from all the lies she told
the boy that killed himself
with words hanging in his
brain.

What I am trying to say is,
I am well aware that it matters not whether I am with or without you;
I will keep moving,
but I much prefer your limbs with my limbs,
and I enjoy the tragedy you think makes you unable to be loved,
and I'm sorry I didn't touch you a little bit longer,
and when you're here I feel it,
and when you're not I feel it too.

by : Alexandra Crawford