Someone once told me,
"Find someone who puts the stars in the sky just for you."

"Don't be ridiculous,"I said,
"The stars have existed for billions of years;
Stars are dead, made of chemicals.
They can't even knew that we're here.
They don't know we survive.
They have seen more profound love than ours.

Stars do nothing for us, hell, they don't even shine that bright.
They just twinkle in the distance,
They have nothing to do with us.

How could I find someone
Who can put a gargantuan ball of gas
In a vacuum that we don't even know truly exists?

I would prefer someone who
Is smarter than you, and who knows that all I would really like is a good cup of tea."

I cause too much trouble,
I try to be subtle,
But I just struggle.
So I try to be careful.

Even with all my might, I never do anything right.
I thought it was alright but just not quite.
Don't pick a fight, don't cause any fright.
So just sit upright, and hold on tight.

I am not needed, just left there seated.
I even pleaded but still unwanted.
I was greeted, yet mistreated.
Their goal completed, I was left defeated.

I am just useless, a plain nuisance.
All the rudeness but I'm still helpless.
I was so careless, now this is endless.
I'm breathless and friendless.

My presence is ignored, is this my reward?
I may look bored, deep down my feelings all stored.
Happiness can't be restored, after what I've been treated towards.
Everyone's life and happiness is what I adored but I could never afford.

I may have a problem, it isn't boredom.
Even though I hit rock bottom, The problem isn't 'em.
I may have fallen, it's not even awesome.
For me this is common, as it happens quite often.

I am just hated, they fill me with hatred.
I'm already shaded, my true self faded.
Pain is what I've tasted, I cover myself with colours painted.
This is probably fated but in the end I'm nothing but wasted.
You can never find this related, I've always waited.
Right now, it's belated, my brain debated.
My mind escalated, My actions demonstrated.
Among everyone, I'm the one segregated.

Once was a flower
in the garden,
blooming with pride

A man, a lover, came
and my beauty he admired
My smooth red petals caught his eyes
gently he picked me,
and mouthed a praise
"The most beautiful among all"
this was what he said.

He brought me into his mansion
with a garden full of weeds and stones
and he placed me in a vase
near an opened window with a dust-covered curtain

I saw, at the corner, a gray waste bin
Inside it is a rose, lifeless and pale
I wondered what happened
or what he did to her

Days afterward, and he just passed by me
I lost my confidence; he did change
my leaves started to slouch and dry
my petals slowly falling off and died.

His usual fervor admiration was gone
and noticed me once again,
yet for the last time
only to pick me up
and throw me into that gray waste bin
with that lifeless, pale rose I had seen.

I'm not dead
                                                                                                   But I'm not alive
I'm not living
                                                                                    I'm just trying to survive
We're all playing the same game
                                                                                              Just different levels
We're all in the same hell
                                                                                            Just different devils

Don't act like you care.
I know that you're fake, and a pretty liar!
Even my instincts says you're a ******* gamer!
That's why I don't believe in promises,
Such as Forever.

I am really silly though.
I should have been in bed hours ago.
My studies are lacking.
My focus is cracking.
And now, bad grades are beginning to show.

He is a lit cigarette.

He
     keeps you in
water
          beer and
                   good conversation.
His kisses
                   are like bonfire
                   on summer nights.
                                All passion
drunken laughter, a night full of stars.

He is a lit cigarette.
Harmful
               to your lungs,
               to your heart.
He will be gone
                            be gone
       before the summer breeze
has finished
                     kissing your cheeks.

He is a lit cigarette.
And he will burn out
                      before you're ready
But ******
                                He
tastes
          so
   ­           good
And you crave him.