I could've sworn you knew
When I met you, that day
Fidgeting with my sleeves
Arms scarred, a battlefield
Tears unshed for which I bled
Crimson, ounces I swear
So many words unsaid
Yet you still, left me alone
Nothing but much less
A crumbled heap, torn petals
Not worth an ounce of taffy
Still I needed you with me
Or at least whats left, my ashes
My soul, written on my epitaphy

Look if you don't like my poetry
That's perfectly ok,
Lord knows I'm such a failure,
And they **** anyway!

Look how famous I am!
Extray! Read all about it!

I don't know what to
I don't know what to feel
I don't know who will listen
I don't know who will understand
I don't know who I am
I don't know how to explain
I don't know where I should be
All I know is my mind is full of things,
thoughts that almost kills me
regrets that starts to haunt me
Nobody understands me,
nobody listens,
I am so tired listening to others,
why can't they even listen to me?
I am so tired,
I don't know if I can still make it
or should I really give up.
I don't know, wishing that somebody will help me.

If I had a dime for every poem or song I wrote
That never made it, I'd be a millionaire,
If I had to survive by my own creations,
Be my own boss, I'd be a total dead scare.

When I first met you we were young
I was warm and still had a light that shone
Now, years later
My light has gone dim and my hands gone cold
You tried to hold me and I think you noticed

We laid in my bed that day
You traced your fingertips along the tundra that is my lungs
Frozen in my rigid ribcage
You listened to the ever fading hum of the iceberg that is my heart

You tried to tell me you love me and all I said was Why?
How can you love a girl who's veins are frozen
Who's hair and nails and could slice the ice
Who's heart could freeze your very own

You have your own light and want to share, the trouble is i do not care
Of course I love you, so by all means I can not let you lose yourself trying to save me
Others have tried and always left
Maybe I'm selfish,
but I don't think my icy heart can survive being melting anymore
You see, the trouble is I like it cold
The frigid breath about me is the only thing left that I can feel

And I would rather feel cold, than nothing at all

why is it that
we can recite the whole periodic table,
but when asked to write down
a list of what we like about ourselves,
the paper remains blank?

I'm fat
My stomache stretches out of its place when i eat
Don't eat
I want to look in mirror and be happy
People shouldn't tease me because I'm not skinny
be skinny
Who cares if I'm unhealthy
As long as I'm pretty

There's a hole in my heart or
maybe my head. Yet all I know
is this abyss something looks like
a nest, a scraggly thing, made of
grass, and hay, and refuse, and trash
and this nest abyss holds,
or should I say held
A spark, an ember, that the faintest gust fed
And then it ate itself
A broken egg shell, blood and fluffy feather down.
The thing where when in sleep all dreams drown.
So if I'm distant, I'd say I'm sorry,
but I'm not.
It's only my nature.
My dead nature.