My heart has been punctured
It has never been broken
I’ve been filled with heartache
But that was unspoken
I’m always lonely
But I’m never alone
I live in a house
But my mind is my home
I’m not dead
But I’m not always alive
You’ve never been me
So you think I’ll survive
I’m always so happy
Yet I’m always so sad
I’m always so calm
Yet I always feel mad
Maybe I’m normal
And maybe I’m sane
But I’m not feeling right
I don’t feel the same... <3 <3 <3

this is a poem i wrote. i hope everyone likes it. this is the first time i have posted any of my writings. Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Moonlight comes through the window and softly hits on your face
and it takes my breath away As I look at the wonder the wonder of my life

I draw a pretty picture A picture on my wrist The picture keeps getting bigger Every time my feelings are dismissed You think the words don’t hurt me That the actions don’t cause me pain You think that if I smile I must be happy again I’m not going to blame it on you Because I know that its my choice But it only ever happens when you raise your voice I hear the screams and shouts And I reach out for the blade I do it without thinking Then I look at the mess I’ve made It looks ugly and it stings But it takes away the pain And the hurt Of all the other things I know you’ll tell me its wrong If you ever find out That’s why I keep my arms covered I don’t want you to scream and shout I keep my arms covered so no one else can see The scratches ive made on my arms There something that’s private to me

She's like ran in the summer she can be bummer but no matter what I still love her. She's got a smile that puts the sun to shame and a name that rolls right off the tongue. She calls herself emo, cause she writes on herself and listens to rock and screemo. She cooler then any girl I know, she's a rocker chick who knows how to put on a show. And I love to see her every day even though by the end she drives me insane. She makes me laugh with her stupid jokes and her writing always touches me deep. She's really smart and she's humble and has a great heart. But it drives me nuts cause she has low self-esteem no matter how cool she may seem.


That's all I have so far

She wishes she could escape this horrible hell called life. The constant pain, anger, sorrow, and greif. She's constantly reminded of what she wants and why she can't have it. "Every one else is happy. Where did I go wrong?" she wonders. She cries as she realizes there's no escape. Except... but would it be worth it? Always worrying, wondering, watching. Would she really? Just to escape. She's reaching her breaking point. Soon she won't put up anymore. She'll give in. Give up. Permanently escape.

She lies awake at night afraid of what haunts her dreams. She can't fall asleep even if she wants to. Too many thoughts haunting her mind. Screams echoing in the night. She feels as if she can't trust anyone. She shivers under her blanket as distorted whispers echo around her. She feels as if something, or someone, is watching her. There is one that stands out among the rest. Still watching her, but she feels comforted by the whispers and respectful gaze. Not watching her, but watching over her. "Sleep," the voice whispers. She's comforted and does as she's told. She ignors the haunting whispers and listens only to the soft whispers of her dead brother.

She watches. She wonders. She waits. She can't do anything about it. Every second of every day ticking away like a bomb. Too scared to act until it's too late. She realizes it's hopeless. "How could I be so stupid?" she asks herself. She can't help hoping, wishing, dreaming. "All of it is useless," she tells herself. But if she lets go, what reason would there be to live? Time ticks away. She can't do anything. She wonders if it would be worth it. Even if she doesn't do anything, she'll wonder if it was the right choice. Hating herself for not doing anything. Wishing she could have done more. An endless cycle. Wishing it would stop. She hopes time will heal her. Or maybe, it will make it worse.

They all have their eyes on the same thing. To them, it's just a competition to see who can be the prettiest with the mst makeup. They think that will impress him. Maybe it works. Maybe it just makes them look stupid. They're like lights attracting moths. Innocent-looking at first, but turn deadly if you let them. Killers in pink. Turning innocent people to a life of pink, palstic, and perfume. They think it'll work. Well I refuse. No matter how many friends get turned to plastic, I will NEVER give in. We will find our own way before this world turns to one giant dollhouse.