You were once happy.
That smile so bright, priceless.
Faded as you grew.

I still remember parts of
you that nobody knows
anymore
They were what made
you, you.
And that's the sad thing
about growing is that people change,
good or bad.

First I cared too much and psh, you never tried.
Then communication stopped completely.
2 years later, you asked for my forgiveness,
and of course I forgave, but this time I didn't
try as much. Then communication stopped once again
and I thought you were out of my life.
A couple months later you appeared in my presence having
the same class
I kept thinking to myself that we're meant to be in each others
lives because for some reason we keep passing each others paths
but I think I know and have learned to accept that
we're never in sync, we never were. Our minds can never catch
up to eachother.  We're in this never ending cycle
of nothing.

When I was younger and I got hurt,
a kiss from my parents would
make the pain go away.
Now when I get hurt,
nothing can fix the aches
and pains in my heart.
No kiss can repair the damage
because emotional pain is
far worse than physical pain.
No kiss can repair the damage
because his kiss was the one
that made me fall
and break to pieces.

Why are you so afraid
of people hating you?

It means you're real.

There is always going
to be a place for you
no matter how many times
I say I hate you.

I know you won't stay
for long, but  I still let you in.
Maybe I still care,
or maybe I just won't learn.

I'm just really sad and overwhelmed
But I haven't had a chance to let out a
Good cry.

We fight for titles, don't want the labels.
Want the fame but not the troubles
but in the end we're all the same,
dead and underground.

Still with all of that, we strive
to make the best out of it.

I don’t know how bad it is
in your mind, and I don’t know
what they do to make you suffer
or “tougher”
I’m just begging the demons
inside of you to give you peace
before you beat them to it.

Maybe we change because that’s
the way it’s supposed to be.

Is it really our fault we change?

I mean we have people who
play with our hearts
and they play with our minds
like they’re games.

We have people who make us
better but leave, so we act
different.

Then we have events in our life
that traumatize us
so I ask again,
is it really our fault?

When glass falls it makes
this sharp yet beautiful sound
But then look at the ground
and it's all shattered and broken,
no longer whole.
No longer useful.

Please don't forget me
I am too easily forgotten

Forgotten like a memory
When people create new ones.

Forgotten like fog when the sun clears up.

Remember me like how a
moon remembers to shine the
dark sky.

Thank you for staying this long.
You don't realize how good it feels
For these words to leave my mouth.
You sure are something special.

I just want to
know if
I'll be
okay. Years
from now will
I be happy and alive?

To not know where I stand, destroys
me more than you will ever know.
Everytime I try to communicate with you,
you never respond driving me nuts.
And I've been trying to say everything I can making
me sound annoying, but that's what people
do when they're trying to fight for someone.
They fight and fight.
You were my sanity, and I could tell you everything.
Embarrassing moments from elementary school,
my darkest times, and everything in between.
But I guess that's my fault for being dependent on
someone.
I know that you care, but not enough to keep trying.
What's awful is I wished someone had caused a big
commotion just so I knew the reason to why
our friendship ended the way it did
instead of wondering why it had happened.

Isn't it sad that people all
our lives have told us that the past shouldn't
and doesn't shape who we are when
really our mental state is so dependent
on our past.

Don't think that you can
mess with me, because once
you do, you'll regret opening your
mouth.

I miss a lot of people.
Is it selfish to say that
I hope they miss me too?

Once again I'm in this
state of mind that just hates
the way I look.
I just want to yell at myself
for looking like this
and then for acting stupid,
I shouldn't be hating myself.
But I do. And I can't stop.

I care and
love people
more than
they deserve
and more
than they
realize.
But I
won't stop
because it's
not in
my nature
and I
can't tell
whether that's
a good
or bad
thing.

A month ago we started to distant, and around that
time, the picture of us fell down.
I never really thought much of it, but as days
passed by it kept falling, whereas the other pictures stayed .
As our friendship just kept getting more distant
it fell for the last time, and I decided to put it
away in my memory box, because you're just a memory now,
And I'm not trying to keep our friendship going anymore.

There's just something about
people with stories and experience.

How their faces light up talking about how
they met their true love
or their eyes full of mystery when they
remember their first love.

How they smile about the past
or have a look of regret.

How they're so passionate
about everything they do.

There's just something about
it that makes me want to sit and
listen.

You may think that
everyone has it figured out
but trust me, they're
just as lost as you.

We are all going to reach this
time in our life where everyone
will go their own way
whether it's death
or people just grow up and move on.
Its's something we can't control
but wished we could.

It's terrifying to think
about but it's a part of life
that makes us grow.

Your words are like death,
once it's gone, it still holds meaning
It lingers in my head
as if they were just spoken
to me
It haunts me, repeating what I
desperately want to hold onto but
physically can't.

So the question is,
who really changed
and
who actually grew?

I've been very sad, when I'm alone
And I know that it's okay to be in this
state of mind but it's happening so constantly
that I just don't know what to do anymore.