I can be awkward,
shy, introverted,
nervous, and my voice is weird
but my smile is beautiful.

I can be obnoxious,
dramatic, crazy,
needy, confusing,
but aren't my jokes amusing?

Truth is, I'm a hot mess everyday.
I smoke like a chimney
and drink away my kidneys
poor pretty girl with a ugly bladder,

If you don't fall for me,
I hope you at least fall in love with my laughter.

I remember wanting you so bad
I could taste you
strawberry kisses
and cotton candy blue
your love was like candy from strangers
I took it, but was not supposed too.

Greedy for pleasure,
thirsty for your touch,
ingredients went away, I began to rush
I was in the kitchen
and the heat I became too much.

And then like bubblegum,
sweet then bitter...
I  popped off...and
blew...........away my chance
at such a delicious romance.

Love told me,
"I never did like you"

Embarrassed and heartbroken,

I yelled,
"Well, I'm starting to
hate your *** too!"

I don't deserve you
this is true.
I change too often
every day I'm someone new.
But you still stick with me,
like Elmer's glue.
I remember making a wish,
and before I blew,
a white dove flew...
I closed my eyes and cried
because at the moment I knew...

that our friendship had grew...

and

I was in love with *you

they claim to want me,
but loneliness is all I see.

the last kitten in the box,
sad and afraid of getting picked last.

they admire me from the store glass,
still not chosen as tears fill in my eyes.

I always hear how self-harms are "emo" & "attention seeking". But self harm isn't a joke, it takes a lot to get to the point of turning mental pain to physical pain. When you sit there and make fun of them, you're just making them pull down their sleeves, put on a pair of pants and hide their skin even more. You're pushing them further and further into a hole and if you aren't careful with what you say, the hole will turn into a grave.

─ m.j

Everyone feels pressure to make a huge impact on the world
We all want to be remembered when we die
We fear that if we are not famous when we die
then no one will miss us
No one will grieve us
No one will ache for us
That is not true
Fame does not measure how much you are loved
You do not need to be on TV to be loved
You do not need to take your clothes off in front of a camera to be loved
You do not need to write a hit song to be loved
You do not need to have a million dollars to be loved
The ones who love you for who you are
The ones who have seen you at your lowest and still stuck around
The ones who fought with you and for you
The ones who remembered your birthday without the help of Facebook
The ones who saw you at your most vulnerable and never took advantage of you
The ones who held your hand when you were scared
The ones who cheered you on when you couldn't believe in yourself
Those are the people who truly love you
Those are the people who will remember you
Those are the people who will not let a day go by without showing you
even after death how much they love you
So what those people may be five
or 20
or 50
They may not be 2 million followers like your social media profile reads
I would rather be remembered by 5 people who truly loved me
than by 2 million people who only love me based on my social status as a celebrity


For anyone who has passed on that thinks their souls are not remembered and to those who fear they will be forgotten after death, you will be remembered and you are remembered. This poem was inspired by Taylor Swift's song "Long Live" and Season 4: Episode 14 "The Hero In The Hold" from the Television show "Bones"