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No one asked me what I wanted No one cares when you’re not wanted I am not the man I wanted But no one asked   No one asked me who I loved No one cared I wasn’t loved
These days they're less likely to bleed through, us that is It's immaculate how you say you love me but yet I cannot see it I do not breathe it when we touch anymore, it is empty
Everyone needs someone to share in other words, your other pair   May be your sister, mother, friend or daughter the one that will bring you joy and laughter  
I find myself insecure when I look at myself without any editing. I'll feel as if I am discrediting... I compare myself to other girls, I believe that I am not beautiful to the whole-wide world.
I want to show you who I am
This sadness. I feel my chest being crushed ever so slowly. Pushing harder and slower. Farther and lower. My heart throbs like a beating drum before battle.
I ask you to listen to me You hear my words but you only hear, not listen You have not done what I've asked I ask you to care for me You care about me but only to an extent You have not done what I've asked
to speak but cannot form the words that would fulfill my thoughts desire. to gain freedom but scared to face the breakout of war against another. yes, yes this is how you and i must feel, this is how you and i try to explain,
Me and You We going to rendezvous Because I love you boo And
I'm always thinking and I'm dreaming I'm always creating and my eyes are gleaming  With the thoughts of what can be and what will My optimism is why I cannot keep still and some people wonder where it comes from
Inspiration is the key, to get past the heavy door
her life isnt as perfect as it seems its filled with false hopes and fucked up dreams and when she searched the world she failed to find her  one  and only  piece of mind
whats this? its only just a claim whats that?  its only just a shame whos this? oh shes just a ghost a conversation with a ghost?  yes only because a ghost listens the most? hows that ?
whats this? its only just a claim whats that?  its only just a shame whos this? oh shes just a ghost a conversation with a ghost?  yes only because a ghost listens the most? hows that ?
The sun that rises every morning day, The light illuminates my precious way, The tennis court becomes my second home, Whether outside or in an indoor dome. I play for joy, for love, for sport, for peace,
I believe that I am a damaged girl. A girl who wanted others to be happy but herself. I am like a hidden book. I was ready to be read, but dusted on the shelf. I am the rusted pennies who wanted to be held and known as wealth,
Somedays I walk alone Not like I plan to or anything Just, I want to be alone Different minds, don't think a like Same minds, think alike I won't do drugs or drink Plus, if I smoke or even get near it
  Oh, the battles one fights in this life I was given
Do you ever feel alone? Like the world is on your back, but you have no one to bear it with you. And you struggle and struggle, but you can't fight it on your own. Then someone comes
Shes beautiful and strong . She gave us life and is wise when to take it. She loves you even if you attack her. She gives to us, even when we steal from her. She tries to warn us but we won't listen.
This earth is being attacked by what we produce And we live as if there is nothing wrong
I could say,   "Mama, Mama, Mama, come help me"   but you are so busy living out a Colorado fantasy
      Do you breathe in whistles, sir? Because every time I walk by that is all I hear.
Straight up walking with that Filipino-rooted feet My mind wanders off in a whirlwind But this ain’t really about my origins right now But it’s about me currently
Blind. Blinded by the sound of nothing. Silence. Breath. Slam. Bang. Click. The intesity builds. Lights come into focus. Shadows. Anxious feet. Steady.
  The cold pillow is engulfed around your face, full of tears, full of dreams and memories shattered.
Who do I write for you ask? Will I ever be heard? I write hoping someone will listen. Someone…anyone.   I write for the women who have been exiled by their friends,
So I lie here thinking, not doing, just thinking
there's something obscure about closure and asking for help ten years ago I would have shied away ten years today I'm still ashamed though, and when I write or take pictures, or try to play the guitar
Introducing: the storm that brews in her mind... It's force and undying winds become too much to bear Left her drained, dry, just an empty shell A foggy reflection, an expressionless stare  
A Best friend Simple two words yet many meanings. Sophomore year 2012 we met on December 31st
You are the sunshine i am the rain i just wanted You to be mine but You were avoiding pain  
if i had to pick the most beautiful thing on God's green Earth, it would be him I could bask in his presence all day looking in his eyes doesn't just make the clouds go away,
I never thought I'd see the day; Where I'd struggle to find the words to say; But you leave me pondering, yet breathless; I can't hold it back, I must confess this; Your eyes read a book, yet you remain a mystery;
My little sister hides from me But she can not hide her pain Always followingAlways shadowing
  A puppeteer strings an open mouth, She is me, and I am her.   Tells me what to say− Obedient, teeth clacking.                                                   Indecent
The Antithetic Leaf   Come on...blow me away; Get me off of this tree;
Why the fuck do we need money to help people with injuries or illnesses? Why can't all of the countries around the world make an agrrement to make health care free?
We sit face to face,but there is something in the way. An object that gives you satisfaction, its in my face and your eyes are lost and I wonder is this gonna work.
I feel entirely empty, so lost & distant; You leave me nothing, but a reminiscent; I hear your name and my heart skips beats; I try to cope, but always experience defeat;
Born to a family fighting to climb.
Risk this is more than a word this is the sweat that trickles down your skin and play with your nerves this word leave people speechless scared to move on a foot on the week and
Some times I feel useless unimportant ugly depressed and alone no one loves me every time something happens I am the blame they judge me for who I am
One. Today my boyfriend wanted to have sex. As we sat in his truck he tried explaining to me why this is a good idea. Two. “Come on baby,” He tried guilting me into it. Three. “We’ve been dating for 3 months,”
I am not one who shall live in shame  to be looked down upon I am not one who shall lie in tears Falling to the ground without one to hold my back Never having someone to love or to love me back
You feel it, like sweet kisses upon your skin. Kisses you yourself have never known, but still imagine.
Man have to know what's alone is.
    When she lys in bed asleep
"Forgotten to become "   Disperse
Tell what you want will ever be okay No, Because what you ask I cant pay For never here to stay Only here play You dont know what you want So go away    
Everyone has the desire to be listened to,
To open up to someone else's words few people will actually listen To read somone's words, few people will actually read Words are not meant for one,  but all who will listen with eyes to hear
Blind Ambition Keeps me wishin' I had someone like You   Orange burst of passion Purple mist
Aim to be. Strive to be. Live to be. But why? How can we be something if all social stanards thrive to categorize us? I know that I am not perfect You are not perfect
the faggot in the reflection of my space helmet visor is my only friend. with shaggy shorn hair and big eyes and a hollow cheek bone that holds in my silent tongue. i have etched lessons in my skin, leaving silver lines
on cloudy days she sits alone
Life has Something, Something to fill it. This Something will fill it to the brim. It will also stretch life to the longest it can be, Without, of course, making it thin you see.  
Keep your eyes shining Keep yourself locked away Look for the silver lining say what they want you to say
She's alone in the dark with no one to speak to, with no one to hold her, no one to show her love.   Not a sound comes in or out but this little girl's voice crying out for help 
  Throughout my life I’ve met many people. Some are forgotten, some still cherished. And the rest I hold close for a lifetime. You’re someone…Special. The person I want to keep close at all times.
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