sitting while doing nothing
pretending to focus
staring into space
thinking about nothing
but also thinking about everything

It was just a ****** case
why do i keep on thinking about it
who is the figure
so many questions
unanswered
...

I sit here
Wating
Waiting to be fed
Waiting to be alive
To have a purpose
To live a useful life
Finally a human walks up to me
Grabs the young pencil soldier
He enters my doors
Once the human is satisfied
The pencil comes out as a new man
This is my life as a
pencil sharpener
...

we lay awake
starting at the light
watching whatever the light show's us
shaping our minds
for better or worse
...

We may be complete opposites
but she is my friend
we may know little about each other
but she is my friend
she asks me why
but I don't answer
I joke about it
but never tell
We don't look like friends
But we are

trying to sleep
but waking up
and never been able to sleep

Shaking because of fear                                      
                          Shaking because of the unknown
Shaking from knowing the truth                                      
                             Why does it hurt so much

i look at all the words that people use
i see the words
but that is not what i am looking at
i am looking at the spaces between the words
in the shape of branches on a tree
in the shape of rivers and the streams branching off of them
that is what i am looking at
...

the empty felling in your stomach
is it the butterflies?
but i am not nervous
i am sad
what am i feeling?
is it a normal teen thing?
do adults feel this to?
what is  this?
is it loneliness?
i think it might be.
...

3%
i do not have much time
only a few short minutes
i say good bye
cause it may be my lase time

I smile
i do not know why
but i do
I want to cry
but i smile
why do i do this
I want to stop
but i can not.