I can be a real ******* sometimes
I get angry at silly little things
I don't always listen
I won't always do what I say
And I wish I could change that
But I don't think it's possible
I just hope I can be forgiven
And make things better

I don't want to be a secret
I want to be shown off
I want you to want to tell people about me
I want you to want me..
I know you care
At least seem too
But I want you to be proud of it
Not ashamed because people are arseholes.

to think
that at one point I was perfect
for you.
that I actually made you happy.
but now all I ever hear
is myself telling me every time I dissapoint you
and how much I messed up.
I try
everything in my power
to commend you and your feelings.
but now I feel like I have completely failed
both you and I.
so once again
ill apologize for my wrongs
and watch you walk away
just as easily as I watched myself
mess up once again.

Who want's a love poem?
A thing about some guy and some girl
and how something's just so **** blissful
or just so **** sad and dramatic?

***** that.
How about we find something we can swallow?
How about we forget our little cry-c's,
and take half a **** second
to
to
to write a **** love poem...

Actually,
I'm not too bad.
Actually,
I'm pretty great.
Actually,
I'd hate myself.
Actually,
What could you really hate?
Actually,
I wouldn't be anything if I were missing anything.
Actually,
I wouldn't be anyone if I were missing anyone.
Actually,
I'm good.
Actually,
I'm great.
Actually,
I'm not that bad,
Actually,
I'm no saint.
Actually,
I can be me.
Actually,
I can and am
Actually,
I'd never want to be the same.
Because...
Being a robot would be such a shame.

READING

Question: What’s wrong?
My eyes sting from all the crying
I have no friends
I have no ambitions other than to die early
Medication can’t fix me, talking doesn't help me
Can’t see therapists anymore in fear they’ll call 211
Crying myself to sleep every night
Have to keep lying to myself so I can get out of bed
I hate myself
I’m weak, stupid, worthless, pathetic, ugly, fake, and empty
All I do is cause others to worry about me not that they care until I’m at my breaking point
It gets worse every day but I’m keeping it all inside for your sake
I want to die
I don’t want to make you worry or burden you with my problems
                                                        ­                    Answer: I’m fine