Sometimes I don't know what is the best way to **** yourself
Am I too young to even plan this?
Or life isn't just for me

It seems like everyday I am dying slowly. I feel that I am suffocated in a closed room by people who are chaos to my thoughts and poison to my heart

I can't put all of my emotions in a tightly-closed jar because I fear that they will still come after me—
Seeping through my soul and in turn, will held me captive

A butterfly that has eluded to me; that's what you are
I tried so hard but I can't

Maybe if I die today; nothing will change
The stars will continue to appear
The sun will still give light at the surface of the Earth; able to provide sunshine to the people I left behind

The moon, the illuminator of darkness, despite its craters will always give hope in the absence of light

Is it me or my mind has completely gone wrong or my perception has just failed to look at the illusion this
world has cursed upon

c.j.d

To the first boy I loved
The first boy that made my world spin around like a planet orbits the sun
You alone made me feel as if gravity was just a metaphor to this world
Darling it was real, and we were the best

Instead, we were like perpendicular lines
How cruel is fate to make us meet and in one point, to experience moments together and tear us apart, reaching out in different directions

And here we are once again, silence has connected us better than words could ever have
And one day, I found out that you fell in love with a girl.
It was excruciating.

How can you simply put into words how painful my heart ached
I broke down, slowly, I felt that the world was constantly watching me

Maybe people will just see it as a 'get-over-it' situation, but **** it had been 2 years, but I can't still move on
Seeing you everyday and knowing that I can't have you makes me feel like dying

Earnestly, I don't think I'll ever trust in love again

I guess i think you’re kind of great

Because you’re funny and outgoing
and not afraid to make a scene 
but when you sit down and stare into space,
 you pour out your thoughts and theories 
about the world and the universe

I don’t quite understand why you choose
 to hide that part of you from everyone

Maybe you’re afraid to let everyone know
 that deep down, you have a lot of things to say

Maybe you’d rather everyone see the part of you 
that’s always smiling and having fun

But for me, i’d rather see the part of you
 that isn’t afraid to pour their feelings out
 and chooses to talk about the many ways
 people can fix society and the world

I hope one day i can sit down next you
 with our feet on the coffee table
and talk about the galaxy of things
people are afraid to talk about


I think you’re kind of great, because 
you’re like the sun and moon combined
 and all the stars in the night sky