We will never walk again
As we used to walk at night,
Watching our shadows lengthen
Under the gold street-light
When the snow was new and white.

We will never walk again
Slowly, we two,
In spring when the park is sweet
With midnight and with dew,
And the passers-by are few.

I sit and think of it all,
And the blue June twilight dies, —
Down in the clanging square
A street-piano cries
And stars come out in the skies.

A broken heart
A gray sky
But she says "I'm fine"
A lie
Her eyes are damp
Her eyes are red
Her laughter rare
And her smile dead
She wants to seek comfort
But not sure what to say
She has no friends
And her family seems far away
The blade offers no relief
The tears let nothing out
It's becoming hard to breathe
Like something is keeping her
From being free

One day she found
A pen and a page
She wrote herself right out of her cage
She created a world where she could be
Free

The only pain now
Is the cramp in her hand
From holding the pen too tight
Now when she thinks of the past
She shakes her head and says
"I'm glad i found a pen and a page
To write myself out of my pain,
I'm so glad to be free."

There are times when I mourn
The life I moved away from
I see pictures of my friends who
Have now moved on
Like I never existed
Occasionally we speak
But it's not like it used to be
So easy
No complications
We've known each other our whole lives
So why do I feel like a stranger
When I see their faces in a picture
Like I've been replaced
Like I'm just someone they used to know
And a memory very rarely thought of.
Am I just over thinking things?
Is this all in my head?
I hear how they miss me
But do they really?
Anyone can fake words.
I fake words.
My old life
The old places
The old friends
Maybe I should just move on.
They have.

you were sitting on a chair, in a shallow pool. your feet were submerged. everything was grey and blue. she approached you and started kissing you, like really kissing you. but it wasn't her. it was her memory-ghost.
i don't know.
i was next to you. i kissed your neck. slowly, and surely. like your skin was going to provide a better future for me.
i kissed your shoulder. then, your collarbone, your throat. i wanted you to know i was going to win you over with these kisses,
and then
it was just us. our two mouths, submerged in our pool of water, our own world. it was slow, careful, heavy.
then i pushed you backwards in your chair, to see
if you would get up. to see how badly you wanted me again.

I can't shake you from my bones
I can feel you within me
Within my veins
Flowing steadily

I can hear you in my head
As loud as a babies cry in the earliest morning

I can't shake you from my bones
I can feel you within me
Within my veins
Flowing steadily

I see you in my thoughts
Like a musician creating composures that cause ones ears to bleed of euphoria

I can't shake you from my bones
I can feel you within me
Within my veins
Flowing steadily

I can't shake you from my bones
You are now ingraved in me

I can feel you within me
Feeding off my sadness

Within my veins
******* me dry

Leaving me with nothing to flow

I can't feel...
.
.
.
.
I am numb

My body is frozen and my heart is filled with dread,
I see her shock with the shaking of her head,
I screamed out “NO” and offered to take Prim’s place,
Effie called his name to and we went up with haste,
They took us to a room where we said our goodbyes,
I promised to win as I started to cry,
The group was quiet as we boarded the train,
I meet out mentor Haymitch and he seemed far from sane,
We meet the other tributes all different in size,
Some seemed very foolish but other seemed wise,
We practice all day to make sure we were fit,
For the pain we will endure will be far worse than just a hit,
I know I should save Peeta as a repayment of my debt,
But I remember my promise to prim and I’m filled with regret,
After I say goodbye to Cinna I see the Arena and feel pain,
Why did Peeta and I both have to be in the Hunger games.

I was always told to be myself.
Was told that people would love me,
For who I was
Not who I thought I should be

So tell me
Why isn't me good enough?
Not capable of pleasing people
Living up to their expectations.

When people tell me to be myself
That from birth I was special
I was different
I was an individual

How can I be myself
When people dont like me..?
He's so feminine, hes gay
He's so skinny, hes anorexic
He's so tall, hes a giant
He's so soft, hes a little *****
He's so kind, hes just a tool
He's so outspoken, hes an opinionated ****
He cant do anything for himself, hes such a child

Why is nothing I ever do good enough for people,
My work is returned to me once again for not being up to standard
That my own personal expression on a page, my own images inside my head written into text are not up to standard or worthy of someone else.

Can I ever be worthy enough?

How can I like me..
When others can't seem to...?