i just hope
that someday when i reach my final rope.
that i will be remembered as more than just a joke.
& that my words dont go unheard. as they so often do.
so i've decided that when i die, ill leave all of my poems for you.

so maybe someday, when i dissapear.
you'l be able to see the girl, hidden underneath
all of this fear.

i just hope someday that when
i waste away into nothing,
that you'l read all of the things that i'm too afraid to say,
and i pray that it means something.

"moving on & moving in"

Charlotte sighed as she looked around her bedroom in the attict. there had been nothing left for her in the small town anymore. nothing but haunting memories, dark and blurry. reminders of her losses. & all of the things that could have been, should have been, and now never would be. memories that she used to treasure, now almost non-existant. & she hadn't been sure if it had been from all of the partying, or if it had been her minds way of trying to protect her from them. charlotte sealed up another box with tape which read "posters". so far charlotte had packed 8 boxes, 6 of which read posters aswell. all four walls had been covered with them, posters of beautiful places, song lyrics, and all of the rockstars that she adored. shaun morgan, kurt cobain, aaron lewis. joey ramone, alice cooper. she had basically spent all of her time there since Charlies death. listening to music, getting lost in the words of her favorite artists and authors. or poems and stories that she would write herself. when charlie died, charlotte checked out. almost as if she had died right along with him.

my scarred and broken heart, is surrounded by barbed wire.
tell me that you love me, and ill swear that you're a liar.
ive been wounded so many times, that my trust has been destroyed.
along with my sanity. so cynical, and paranoid. 
 
i walk through this cold and crooked world, with anger in my tired eyes,
my hand clinched in a fist, i live a sad and lonely life, in your eyes i barely even exist, i feel like a shell-shocked soldier, just waiting, and praying for the battle to be over, but it all just feels so hopeless. constantly weighed down by this chip on my shoulder.
always keeping you at bay, please dont blame me, it's society, that has tragicly taught me to be this way, please stay.

Bailey sat at the kitchen table. stiring her coffee and staring out of a ***** bay window at an old apple tree covered in snow. "i guess that all of the birds have flown south for the winter." she sighed, hugging herself as the cold wind blew through her. "who cares about those disgusting rats with wings anways?" jacob rolled his eyes and guzzled his coffee down, finishing it all with one big gulp. "i do, they're beautiful." bailey argued. "you used to love birds." she continued. "i used to love birds... before you started feeding them all of the bread." jacob complained with a playful smile. "besides i love voltures and falcons." he smiled. "i feed the birds old bread that nobody wants... and of course you do." B ailey shook her head, grinning from ear to ear.

what has the world come to?
people nowadays are so shameless and sadistic,
im not trying to be negative, im just being realilistic.
it seems like humans are losing there humanity,
what have we become?
nothing but abunch of animals. with no heart, soul, or integrity, and no boundries, not a single one.

it seems no place is safe anymore,
and the future is very bleak,
society, your so
blissfuly ignorant, makes me feel so
hopeless, that theres no way that i can control this, makes me feel so angry, sad, and weak.

sometimes i just want to throw in the towel and give in,
this is not the world, that i want my future children to live in.