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I have mass
Too much of it
No matter how little I eat


And I take up space
I don't mean to be a burden
But I am
And I'm sorry


And since the definition of matter is
Anything that has mass
And takes up space


**I suppose I "matter"
The result of too much chemistry homework
I can fake a smile
Quite well

I can laugh when
I really want to cry

I can scream
So quietly you'll never hear

I can cry
Invisible tears

I can live
While dying inside

And I can hide
While standing right there

As you can see
I have quite a long resume,
Oh God,
Of why I,
Of all your children,

*Should be the next to come home
Love is like call of duty... There's two teams you on one and your partner or crush on the other. Each time you fall on love its a **** every time your heart is broken a piece of you is dead. It's a horrible way to think of it but there's no other way to think of it. I just want someone to love and be happy with without being cheated on. If I tell you I love you I mean it. If I want to do something for you don't question it. Everyone thinks guys are animals well I'm the most softest animal on this planet because I don't want ***... I just want someone to be happy with. I'm not going to hurt you... But if you cheat on me you'll see the side of me that not many People can say they've seen... I'm done dying.... I just want to ******* be happy... No more resets, no hidden stories, arguments can happen but I'm not arguing over little crap... No one wants to give some guys a chance so hey... I'm not gonna sit and break my neck... I'll just move on....
The worst part
Isn't the pain
Though it hurts

The worst part
Isn't the sadness
Though that's horrible

No,
The worst part
Is the emptiness

That feeling
When you don't see the step
And you fall down

When you try to sit down
And someone's moved the chair

When you reach for support
Only to find it's abandoned you

That is the worst part
Of saying goodbye
Today I bled for you Grandma
I'm sorry I wasn't enough
My grandma committed suicide when I was six, and I spent the whole night thinking about it, how if I had been a bit better or smarter, or something, she might still be here. This is the result of that
The tears falling down my face
I gently stroke my dog's ear
And whisper,
It's gonna be okay

But I know I'm lying
To both of us
You are not okay
I am not okay

But you are my trusting puppy
And you snore quietly next to me
As I fall apart
Trusting me to make sure
That everything will be okay
My dog is sick...
My english teacher says
You **** at writing

My math teacher says
You're gonna fail

My history teacher says
Go to sleep

My science teacher says
Just get out

Yet they still want me to learn
*How am I supposed to do that?
I don't understand
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