Long bus journeys,
Pouring rain. Soaked to the bone,
Hunger pains.
Its already dark out,
Almost six. Waiting for the bus,
I feel so sick.
I'm alone. I'm so alone.
I'm off the bus, its seven
According to my phone.
Walking in the miserable dark,
Down the familiar path,
I'm dreading "home", Detention please take me back.
I get in the door, get yelled at and go up the stairs.
I'll just rest my head, I wake up to my alarm.
I'm  lying in bed.
I panic. My homework. It wasn't done last night
I'm crying, if i tell the truth they'll think I'm lying,
Its not alright.
I didn't forget. I didn't forget,
To them I lied and said the opposite.
They said "All the chances I gave you I regret"
"Just do your homework"
Do you not think i try? My essays are incomplete cause i stay up half the night, being yelled at.
"PLEASE EXCUSE AMELIA FOR NOT FINDING THE TIME TO DO, TWO MATHS PROBLEMS IN BETWEEN BEING EMOTIONALLY ABUSED"
So you give me MD after MD, saying it will "help" me.
To you I'm just another wasted youth with potential thats lazy,
I deserve no credentials because my work and attitude is hazy.
You must think that I dont care ,
But really I do, I'm trying I swear.
I cant fit school into my schedule.
Dear school, I really had fun,
With my friends, and now I'm almost done.
But you didn't help,all you did to me was yell.
You don't know me,im just a name and number on paper.
But perhaps my experiences would shock you like a tazer.
Stop being rude to your students, we all have our own ****,
Be nice instead, we all struggle a good bit, be nice dont pretend.
Yours unfortunately, Amelia
The End.

If you are a girl and you are bisexual,
you're really just a ****.

If you are a boy and you are bisexual,
you're really just gay.

Bisexuality isn't a real thing,
it's a phase. You're confused.

All girls are secretly bi.
You're just more honest about it.

Bisexuals like everyone,
they don't know how to have real relationships.

Bisexuals are looking for attention,
They're dramatic,
They're confused,
They're *****
Idiots
Sinners
Immature.

Wrong.


Bisexuals are people.

He stands over his own grave.
With one single wave
He says goodbye.
A tear falls from his eyes.

He salutes the tombstone
Salutes the man he'd once known.
He now lays under the stone
There he'll be until he's nothing but bones.

He fought a never ending war
Fought a destroyer
Fought a monster
It's he who he ended up to devour.

He's alive, but dead; He's torn.
A new man in his shoes is born.
Here I stand and morn
I watched all since he Inborn.

He's a former soldier.
Her's my father.

It's been five or six years..
Still isn't easy without you here.
I wonder if you have been watching me
Seeing the mistake I'm becoming to be..
All I ever wanted was to make you proud
Not you crying down from the clouds.
I've tried to fix it all
But, I can't get back up when I fall.
I'm choosing all the wrong paths
Making all the wrong choices
I'm not the same little girl I once was
I'm not the same little girl you once loved....
On your death bed you said, "She'll be someone amazing."
That unspoken promise we made I wasn't able to keep.
For as you can see - I'm a nothing.
Just a shadow among the unseen.
I've tried to fight
I've even prayed to the earth's light.
All I want is to make you proud
And here you shout my name from the clouds..
Grandpa... I'm trying
"I'm sorry."

When you see a "finish line" you think that once you pass it you're done, but you aren't.

There's always something more. There's always another road to take. Another mountain to climb. Another sea to swim. There's always another "finish line." Another goal to reach. Another record to set or break. Another chapter to your book of life.

Seems like it goes on forever. A harder journey than the last one. You strive and fall. Break and heal. You keep going and give up. Though win or lose you'll learn, sometimes painful, lessons. All until you pass the "finish line" and then it begins all over again.

There's no end until the day you've lived your life until the end. So take one step at a time or one giant leap of faith. Go for all the "finish lines" and go run your life until you've reached your "finish line."

We've burned ourselves hopelessly to the idea of love.
But, is it ever enough to just let the fire die?
Pain seeks to every inch of our systems,
Bleeds to every part of our existences.
How can we break to grieve
when all we strive is to give love that's never needed?

We've been in love with people who didn't love us back.
We've been loved by people who we didn't love back.
But which is worse : To be broken or to break another?

The memories we can bare,
But seeing them again makes us feel unaware.
Seeing a smile upon their face
knowing we're the reason for it.
A smile : Fake : to try to move forward.
A smile : Evil : to get revenge.

We can't undo what's been done.
We can't unsay what's been said.
The saddest part of it all is...
We can't forgive ourselves and they can never forget.