Sunny days really never change..
But yet I remember them diffrently as a kid..
They seem to hold more magic..

Moonlit nights really never change..
But yet I remember them diffrently as a kid..
They seem to hold more luster for the soul..

I remember you asking me what my favorite color was..
I smiled and said storm on the horizon blue..
It was then you smiled back and said that was also your favorite color also..
And that you described such a blue in the same words I did..

I see a storm coming in from the north..
Those blues remind me of you..
I wonder if you feel the same..
The magic is still there..

I wish to go back to that
time, to change that decision
that for ever effected my life, I
want to be there to be in that time
once again, relive those seconds back
in my life .

A moment is it lost in the footsteps...
of the past, is it just a memory
that cant be re-writtern as we have
moved on the energy gone a shadow
left in the past.

I believe I can travel to undo what was
done, I step forth in to the abyess, as i fall
my time machine works. all were wrong
as I travel in to my past.

As life flashes before my eyes, as that
point I now see, that point in my
life that brought me to this place my
own time machine.

It only lasted seconds but I changed
it, my past in that blink of eye I saw
all possibilities and I was content
with what I had.

The second had past, the time had
gone by, I lay crumpled on the floor,
lifeless on the concrete, but with a
smile on my face.

My time machine had worked
I had seen my life in seconds, changed
it so now I die with happiness that I saw
it diffrently seconds worth the rest of my
life.

Different eyes don’t meet, so why do we?, is it because we are the same , have the same personality, or just want some friends so we won’t be alone.Now I’m not talking about everyone
, I’m talking about you and a close friend. now if you and your friends have the same eyes it dose not matter, because you see diffrently right, like you have different imaginations. Now see i am the kind of girl who have a lot of friends, not tons but a lot and not me and some of my friends have the same kind of taste or imaginary. its ok though, and they reason why its ok because its funny and we get to learn more about each other and get closer, become a pack. Now that i think about it different eyes are not always different , some people are the same. They like the same stuff, do the same things, and even speak and write the same way. I’m saying that its not good because it is but some times it will get annoying. not all the time but sometimes. Like me and one of my friend ( Christina ) we both are the same and we love it but we do get mad sometimes and we get over it two minutes later. Know why. because we are best friends and no one can separate us. Well unless we go to different schools but you get it. We will connect though anything just to talk to each other, and we want i to stay that way. We both went though a lot in the past and we still do but that dose not stop us from being best friends and have the same but different eyes.

You say you know me
but you only know a part of me

I tend to act diffrently
depending on how you treat me

Technically
it is all just me

But you wouldn't know that
because you don't know me

Our love bonds your beauty is so good its hard to belive so I tell her every day when she says shes hurting i listen when she says shes wonder i say why this love its so real it magic i feel like im so lucky cause i am when she crys im right there my special is her shes my one and only no will say diffrently.

Pian

Pian

The scars on my  wrists are reminders.

The fresh cuts sting and burn, The red of my blood brings me release of pain that I feel inside. The pain of the sharp and the sight of the blood, it reminds me that I’m alive. But now it just there, there is no pain just numb.

Pain

I’m not scared of death.

No on the contrary I invite it with open arms.

No I’m scared of living. The thought of life is what chills me to the bone. That feeling that I don’t live up to society's standards. That I’ll be treated diffrently if I don’t fit the description of a cis girl.

Pain

It comes in the form of a dress, of long hair, of makeup, of *******.

It does not come in the form of a broken limb or a gun wound.

It is not a physical pain. Though it can be more inhabilitating than a broken leg. You no longer have the strength or will to get out of bed. Or even live anymore.

Pain

It comes from those who do not understand

It comes from words spoken about you but not to you. It comes from betrail of the highest form. That of a friend, of a lover, of family. They talk. Thats what gives you the power to take those pills. To bury the knife so deep in your wrist they can’t take it out. To put that rope necklace on and push away the only thing holding you up.

Pain

It is the friends you push away that can’t help you

It’s the feeling of pure depression. It’s not a sickness that you can see. You don’t cough, you don’t have a sniffly nose, you aren’t pale, you don’t have a fever of 127. You are so tierd becuause if you sleep you dream but can’t call it dreaming. It’s only nighmares.

Pain

It’s not what you think it is.

It’s like a friend who never leaves. Deppression lives with you and you can’t escape it. It slowly invades your sleep and every waking second.

Pain

For me my deppression is my body

My skinny waist, big hips, and *******. From my round face to my girly voice. My shortness and my slender hands and tiny feet. My deppression is my Dysphoria. She huants me when I look in the mirror. I see it in the faces of my friends. So I push them away.

Pain

It’s feeling so loney that it feels as tough you can’t go on any more

It’s pushing away your friends when you need them the most becuse you don’t wan to hurt them if you do leave. And you consider making life better for everyone including yourself by ending it all. Those pills, that blade, the knife, or the necklace of rope makes you feel free.

Pain



No more PAIN

No more PAIN

NO MORE PAIN



PAIN