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.

Tell me writing is not a talent
and I will show you what it's
like to read exactly how you
feel but could not express it.

Tell me poetry is boring
and I will captivate you with
words that will get you hooked
more than drugs ever will.

Tell me quotes aren't important
and I will write quotes that
will make you re evaluate your
life in a better way.

Tell me writing is a waste of time
and I will show you all the people
who have been
touched or inspired.

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.

Everyone's left, intentionally or not.
Physically and mentally.
And having no control over the smallest
thing such as someone caring just a little
drives me completely into a
loneliness state of mind.

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

Our minds have a clock
wired inside yet we
always seem to have
terrible timing.

You're so young yet
you get that although
sometimes
I have bad ways at going
at things, my good
intentions stick out to you more.
You don't know how relieved
it is to know that someone
agrees with me just a little.

It ***** that sometimes
no matter how much two
people try to sustain a relationship
whether they’re friends, family
or a couple
it will not work
because they’re too different
or they have different dreams
or they’re just tired of trying.

The excuses
that seem reasonable won and
it took over the relationship.

What’s sad is that two people
with so many memories together
just act like they have no memory at all,
like their relationship meant nothing..

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.

He only went to her when he needed her
just for help, nothing else.
And of course she came to his rescue
because she still cared, still wanted
him in her presence
and when he realized he treated her wrong
oh wait..
he never did.

What scares me about the future
is that I cannot picture
it in my head.

Unconditional meaning
never ending, always,
no matter what.

Never ending love

Always caring

No matter what came
to us

So when you betrayed
my trust
And gave me no reason
to forgive,
I still loved you
Still cared, no matter what.

Unfinished was tattooed on her skin.
And the way she carried herself you
could tell she's been through many battles
yet she carried a sweet gentle smile.

She caught me looking at the peace of art,
She smirked and said, " Demons are hard to break,
mentality though is much stronger. "

We all create our own universe
to escape but I learned
that it just made me believe
that it was better than reality,
it was for a while but
it was just an allusion
to get me hooked.

My mind created monsters in my universe
that took every inch of innocence
every hope
every little happiness
I had of reality
because I was too caught up
in this world I thought was wonderful
but it was just a trap.

My mind has trapped me in
my own universe.

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

She looked like a perfectly normal girl with lightbrown hair and dark brown eyes.
She walks down the street blending in with the crowd,
but people don’t see the things that go through her head.
In her head she is conflicted.
Conflicted whether her family loved her,
if they even cared but, why would they?
She was adopted at the age of four.
She was conflicted whether she should **** herself
because she felt like the black sheep in the family.
Conflicted whether she should eat because, she was a bit bigger.
One day, she wasn’t conflicted anymore.
She knew what she wanted so she put the gun through her head.
Her family found her in the bathroom but it was too late.
She left a note saying, “sorry I wasn’t enough.”
What she didn't know was that her family loved her,
they loved that she was different.
They loved the fact that she was a bit bigger because
she was still healthy and they admired that she didn’t care about her weight.
She was everything that they ever wanted.
In their eyes she was one of them, despite that they weren’t related.
They loved her, and now they were conflicted
whether or not they did enough.

You are like a Piano,
you can be loud yet quite,
but if I sat down and learned
your language I would know that
you are beautiful both ways.
Loud but powerful and captivating,
quite yet intriguing and peaceful.
You speak with beautiful words,
people don’t know that
you’re shadowing those beautiful words with your pain.

Forgetting is scary
One day you remember everything,
favorite memories
people
books
music
and you try so hard not to forget
these things and people that mean so much
but then they just vanish from your mind , like they never existed
when it was once so cherished
and sometimes its not even your fault
and that's the most scariest thing.

Why do we always wait?
We just sit and do nothing
We always just debate,
if we should do something.

There's a difference between wanting
and needing
     You want him to walk away.
      You want him to hate you.
But that's not what you need.
    You need him to stay.
Stay, even at those moments where he
does hate you, just a little bit but can't imagine
anything without you.

People criticize others so
much they don't even realize
how often they do it.
One insult after the other,
its so unattractive.

Makes me watch what I say.

I wonder what it's
like to be someone's weakness.
where they can't control
their own thoughts and blinded
by what might be lust.

So I guess this year is really
just about letting go.
Friendships, they just eventually go.
It's sad, it is but if they can't last, they can't.
That's just how life is.
Fight temptation because it's a waste of energy.

I need you but you could harm me,
like how people need water but they could drown in it.

Or how people need fire but it can burn all they have and **** them.

I need you but I'm afraid that if I need too much of you, you could destroy me as well.

But you will be worse than water or fire
because you won't **** me,
you will just suffocate and torture
my mind and I will be left with
broken pieces to pick up like when
a burglar invades a home.

Worst of all, I will be left with the
thought of you.

The person who destroyed
me.

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

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.