When school ends
and summers begin
friends are the ones who stay by your
side and help you through the worst parts of your life
and are they are there to keep you entertained
and skype you when you need someone to talk to when your bored.

So maybe he touched my soul
And claimed it was old
Stole it
With honest intent
To never return it to my body

So maybe he touched my hips
And sank his teeth into my lips
Ripped them
With honest intent
To never hear me speak

So maybe he drank my tears
And extracted every fear
Before walking
With honest intent
To leave me dehydrated

I at least for once wanted to realize
That I was in a perfect order.
Not any kind of specific order,
An "Unknown Order"
That was some so called answer to all my problems.
That nothing was wrong and all in a perfect shape.
But I found it hard to face reality,
There are many holes and gaps in my "Order"
I found it hard to be me when everyone else around me is judging.
Its not easy to fit in when you have some "Unknown Order"
When everyone judges the quality of your "Order"
Whether it is poor, lacking glee, or just needs renew.
I found it best to embrace the "Unknown Order" you have.
To just be yourself and never change the way you are

I understand people
tell you this all of the
time, but I will say it
once again:

Stop putting pressure on innocent minds.
All they were trying to do was open the blinds.
Not just everything is about yourself being
Not just everyone has a hard time seeing
The truth behind the curtains, just push it away
Just put on the pressure and clear your pathway.
You don't realize that you are actually pushing
The one determined soul with the same type of feeling.
Stop putting pressure and let it all go.
Stop frowning because I want you to know
Stop trying your hardest to bring someone down
Stop trying to find 1,000 reasons to frown
Stop wasting your time trying to put pressure
Stop ignoring this message because you think it's off measure
Stop telling them they're not all that
Stop telling them they're being a brat
Just stop, move on, carry a happy soul in that beautiful being.

You, yes you.
Typing out your despair.
Trying to feel less mental.
I've definitely been there.

You're in pain.
You are actually giving birth.
To another stronger you
A you with more self worth.

It will rip.
But I must reassure you
The emptiness gets refilled
Soon will come your debut

So, you, yes you
Keep typing your despair
I hope you feel less mental
Knowing that you will repair.

I want to be immune
To the song that lures
Me to you.
The sensuous pull
That has me wanting,
Needing,
To be in your grasp,
Your hands tangled
In my hair,
Your teeth to my skin.
I want to be immune
To the hunger I feel
For your kiss,
The ache I feel
For your touch.
Because I need you,
So much it hurts.