I may be young
and often written off because due to my adolescence
but I still feel like everyone else
and I still learn from my lessons
and as the days fly by
and the innocence in my heart lessens
just remember
I was never insane
I just lost track of counting my blessings

Have you ever been so exhausted that

your words come out like feathers,

and breathing feels like a chore?

So it was all in my hands,
when i had to crash it without making sense.
she saw the whole thing then decided to snap!!!
saying all ******* she could say with no glance.

i thought she would understand,
but man, i was wrong, dreams written on a sand.
a little bit stupid, because seawater can flash it away.
with a mind so small, but problems big as an Elephant.

she knows my name, had to write it backwards.
aimed for the lips but kissed her nose, now that's awkward.
in front of a computer screen feeling sorry for myself.
okay ,so  you are an author WILL? SO WHAT NOW?

well, a piece with seven stanzas, but countless meanings.
her words so pure, to others they make countless beatings.
So she ran out of words a long time ago,
now it's me holding my head, facing the ceiling.  

but don't you think if love was around,
you would always have something to say to each other?
even in dark days, started as brown,
you would always have that warm shoulder for one another.

"i don't have anything to say to you"
oh really,? you have a lot to say,
you just don't know where to begin,to make it a game.
now that's the truth.

Now what happens if you're screaming ,
but can't be heard?
eyes red, trying figuratively to paint your words.....
forget it!!!!!!!!!!!!
but you know what they say,
through pain that's how we learn..........
                                                                   Elitaro

You killed me emotionally

I hate you!

Desks and chairs and messy hair
Student rankings, must compare.
Always having something due--
Wake up at eight, slept at two.

Coffee, Red Bull, I need more
To push through my every chore.
My health and sanity is growing ill,
But all I need is an Adderall pill.

"It will be worth it in the end," I'm told,
But this college thing is getting old.
Always working and losing sleep
Because I have straight As to keep.

"Amazing essay," "Good job!" they say,
But they don't know of the price I pay.
They never listen to what I need or want
Unless it's in Times New Roman, 12 pt font.