i've always wondered why she couldn't see what i see
everyone talks of her impeccable beauty

yet she stares in the mirror for minutes upon hours
and looks at her reflection with disgust as she steps out of the shower

i dont understand, someone please explain
how someone so beautiful can carry so much pain

a person who is seemingly perfect in every way
feels so worthless every hour in every day

and i hope you will one day love yourself
and i hope you will stop placing yourself on the lowest shelf

i hope one day you will look at your reflection and say
"I like who I am in every single way"

i stared at the empty jar on the kitchen table
that once was full of many things,
valuable things

something that used to be full of worth
now was nothing but a vacant waste of space

it reminded me of myself
and how i used to have so much motivation and worth
but now
im only full of empty nothingness

and oh how i wish someone would come along
and pile some motive into my heart

i contain nothing
i feel nothing
i am nothing

someone make me feel again

i just wish i could find the right words
the perfect sentences
to explain how worthless you make me feel

and i wish you could understand
why im still unhappy

and i wish you could understand
its because of you.

Tell them the story of how we met
And how everyday at six
We'd sit together to watch the sunset

Tell them the story of how I loved you
And oh how I'd melt at your pale blue eyes
That stared into mine and mine stared into your's too

Tell them the story of your heart-wrenching words
That would would file into my lungs
And play a song in my head like the soft hum of spring's birds

Tell them the story of how I gave you everything I had
The small amount of energy that was left in me, I handed to you
Leaving me empty, depressed, and sad

Tell them the story of how you simply walked away
Not caring about how I felt
And ending our relationship halfway

Tell them the story of all your rotten lies
That were injected into my veins
And made me feel as though I was lying within the skies

Tell them the story about the girl with the broken heart
That loved the boy with the pale blue eyes
And is now left with empty hands and is falling apart

Apparently everything heals with time
But each passing day
I fall further out of line

For I am sick and tired of this life
That seems to feel the same about me
And I am sick of drowning
In your painful memory

The darkness just never seems to find light
And I repeatedly give up
As my mind and I are having an endless fight

I am sick and tired of trying
I want to escape my mind
These endless thoughts taunt me
And the meaning of my life remains undefined

Eventually, it'll all be okay
I'll forget you
and what you did
  Every memory will fade
  From when we were teenagers
  and when we were kids
    You will slip from my mind
    I'll forget it all
    I'll erase you from my brain
    And start to recover from the fall

I told you so,
When I told you you'd lose interest in me,
as quickly as day turns to night,
I knew that you'd walk away,
before your shy feet even turned in my direction,
I told you you'd do it,
before you even did,
because really,
everything good that comes, eventually goes,
and even though I'd prefer if you stayed,
I never hold my hopes up too high,
since I knew you were like a beautiful sunset,
that sooner or later would fade to black

You were like a tree
tall, growing, and branching off into new groups and opportunities
And I,
I was the fallen apple,
laying only to deteriorate
and rot on the cold ground that surrounds you and all your glory,
and I wondered if when
you see me
you sympathize for my decaying,
and I wonder if you aspire for me to once again be apart of your
twisted branches
or is your rough bark too thick,
and your long branches to long
for you to see me falling apart
The apple lies now,
happy it's old companion is changing into such a beautiful tree
but maybe one day
the apple will be red with life again,
while the tree is cut down
to the ground

When most people saw her they
thought of her as a strong
put together individual.
What she saw was an unfinished puzzle
A few pieces are lost, some broken
She fears that the pieces will never be found,
and she will never be perfect
In fact, she's far from it
And the puzzle lies undone
wondering who will find her missing pieces

But they told me it'll all be okay
they said it gets better
but they forgot to mention
to reach the surface
I'd have to drown first

And I wanted revenge
something to make you feel
every ounce of pain you put me
through
and now here we are
you're falling apart
and that's when I realized
this isn't
what I wanted

I am always told
the present is a gift
yet I always see people planning ahead
so anxiously waiting for something exciting to happen
People spend so much time
waiting for the future
they forget to live
for right now
and I'm just wondering if they were ever given
the same advice I was

I guess it hurts the most to know
as the days pass faster
and the minutes stroll by,
our paths are spreading farther and
farther apart
and limb by limb we tear
remembering nothing but the times when we laughed,
and cried together
And now our paths are separate
and lead in two parallel directions
into a life of different experiences
we now have become what we were in the beginning,
strangers
I guess it hurts the most to know,
I wasn't anything worth holding on to.

You gave me the title
but forgot to fill the pages
so how am I supposed to use
evidence from the text to explain my answer
if all I was given was a short
fragment
to barely satisfy my crave for answers
and if all you told me was a vague,
lifeless group of words
Then how am I supposed to know if the answer I chose,
is the right one?

You're just another footprint imprinted on the ground,
another chapter in my story,
just another drop of rain plummeting towards Earth

and although I'd love for you to be more,
you'll always be the smallest bit of nothing in my life,
and that is why I'm truly unhappy

Here's to you
and the days when it feels as though
the whole world is against you.
Here's to the times when they told you, you couldn't do it,
and you proved them wrong.
Here's to the nights where you collapsed and cried,
because you needed an emotional release.
Here's to that test you pulled an all-nighter for, and aced
To the days you would do anything to not go to school, but took all of your existing energy and did anyway.
Here's to all of those things, because they are what make you as
strong as you are now
Don't give up
Ever

Trapped
Under the beaten up tiles
of this house
that once used to be so familiar
Now all of the windows have shut
and all the doors have locked
and I stand in the immense
suffocation
of these painful memories
and regret from the choices I once made
and I wonder if one day
the blinds will open
and beaming sunlight will be released
into this home,
but I've been in darkness for far too long
that there is little hope and much hatred
towards this house I used to know so well
Now tell me, how does one keep hope towards something they've been waiting an eternity for?

But the truth is all of my existing energy and all of my motivation has vanished and although i would love to be happy again the harder i try the harder i fall and break and the weights on my shoulder are just too heavy and the worry drains the color in my eyes
i don't believe i can ever become the happy girl that i was
once upon a time