It's been a year
Or maybe two
Since I've started to live
While forgetting you

It is not in these little words we speak
That beauty is seen
But rather in the little things we do
That beauty is *achieved

What if existence is a crime,
punishable by death?

If only I could learn from the light
And fallow in its steps
As it disappears in the darkness
And ceases to *exist

An empty shell
Holds the secrets of the ocean

And an empty soul
Holds the secrets of the universe

I saw you again
After a year
Walking down that hallway
Coming near

My legs froze
Or was it my heart?
Stopped was time
When did it restart?

I didn’t dare make eye contact
I didn’t dare say hi
I only stood there breathless
As you passed by

You laughed a little
If I remember correctly
You were mocking me
To say it politely

You grew taller
Your smile grew wider
Iife has done you well
At least that is what I could tell

Before I could make one full blink
It was over
You were gone
Once again

With that
My lifes miserable attempt
At a ****** joke
Ended

And so did this hateful reunion.

To anyone who says, "I don't need anyone else"
Stop.
You are only digging your own grave.

Where have the days gone,
Where I used to say  "I love myself”

Where have the days gone,
Where I used to smile, everyday.

Where have the days gone,
Where everyone used to be by my side.

Where have the days gone,
Where his  smile belonged to me.

Where have the days gone,
Where my life wasn't breaking apart, piece by piece.

Where…

She isn't going through a phase
Shes going through *hell

What is it about this world,
That makes you want to destroy every shred of individuality.
That makes you want to be perfect, in an imperfect way.
That makes you put on mascara, and cover your face, almost every single day.
That makes you lie about what you love, only to be mocked for the lies you say.
That makes you want to curl up into a ball of self-pity, but when you wake up, you say, “hey!”.
That makes each morning difficult, and makes each breath taken, taken painfully.
That makes you want to live in another world, far far away.
What is it about this world, that makes living in it, such a drag?

Why must I be quiet?
Why must I care?
Why must they always
Make me feel like i'm not there?

Invisible has become my name.
Invisibility, my game.

No words.
No sounds.
No actions.
No me.

Is this what must happen,
To make this world happy?

Trust is like time.
Once lost,
It can never return.