I'm sitting here and I'm crying
All night long
Being forced to write these stupid songs
As if they help us move along

No you're wrong
So wrong

You expect to me just get over you
As if you weren't my whole world
You think I can just be whole again
Well I'm not that strong of a girl

No I'm a human being
Whose breaking down
My chest is open
I'm on ground

My knees are discolored and bruised
My eyes are red
And I wish I was dead
Because I don't wanna live without you

Wake me up
When this year is over
Or better take me back
To when I was not growing older
Dreaming of the days
That have yet to come
What it will be like in high school
What it will be like to be in love
Because now all I want
Is to be clueless again
To the pain of getting old
And the depression gained
By wanting  to be thin
Let me travel back
To when I was unaware
Of the stress of paying bills
And having to know what I want as my career
I want to travel back in time
To where problems did not exist
And the biggest thing to worry about
Was whether or not
I had fed my fish

By Arcassin Burnham

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It took a Long time for god to show me
Who I really belong to,
I needed someone at the time to care for me,
That's when I stumbled apon you,
Beautiful eyes , and the pretty dreadlocks to match,
I was so in love,
I didn't think when we started I wouldn't become attached,
Little did I know the time would come,
Sitting here thinking to myself,
That we couldn't be friends any longer,
at least that was what I was thinking to myself,
Its ashame to know that i couldnt be more wronger,
Not in my nature to be mad at her,
I should have blame myself for everything that happen,
For dumb ignorant reasons that would occur,
Dominant with all the attackin',
Care for her in a long state of knowing her,
I was on my best behavior,
Wishing every night that me and her could rule the earth,
And I don't even wanna stay here,
The clock strikes 12 I remember her name,
With a sense of delicacy,
I search for a better way to love,
Hoping one day she'll be into me.

the skyline in her eyes,
painting the silhouettes of the buildings she has always loved across the room,
giving her an unusual feeling, more like.. a memory
memories, that she almost forgot it hurts, but she enjoyed it anyway
until she looked down and could never look at the same street ever again
moments later, a whisper can be heard, from her, quoting her favorite poetry
she said, “i never paid much attention to abandoned buildings until i became one”

Everyone repost this and #revolution101 it
Or create your own revolution poem about
How people are too lazy to read long poems on here