I never thought I'd be here again,
Standing among the pain and sorrow,
A one of two thousand,
NoNo you can’t do that!No you can’t have that!No we can’t afford that!No that’s not healthy for you!No you can’t stay up that late!No you need to loose at least five more pounds!No that college won’t accept your lazy self!No that’s not perfect!No a ‘98’ can’t be your best!No you can’t make a living from writing!No you can’t do what you dream!No, no, no, no, NO!I’m so tired of ‘No’!Yes you can just sit there like a good girl.Yes you can eat all these protein shakes and vitamins.Yes you can be the perfect person I want.Yes I’ll go take a bunch of advanced classes I’ll never pass.Yes I’ll go become an engineer like everyone else.Yes I’ll give up on my dreams cause they’re stupid.Is that what it w
Please,When you don't know what to say,Don't say a single thing.Just wrap your arms around me,And every word has been said.
Forget YouI just want to forget.Forget your face,Forget your smile,Forget you.But I know I can’t,Because forgetting you,Would be forgetting a part of me.
The QuietI can't stand the quiet it let's me think too well,And reminds me too much of the past I cannot change.
Not That GirlI’m not that girl,The one you see sitting in the back,Listening intently as the teacher rambles on.I’m not that girl,That is already done with homework,Five minutes after getting the assignment.I’m not that girl,That flaunts her 100 on a test,By letting the teacher compare everyone’s to hers.I’m not that girl,That has a perfect life,And everything is going perfectly for her.That’s not me.I’m that girl,That will smile at you to cheer you up then goes and hides,In the bathroom so you don’t see my tears.I’m that girl,That tries hiding under her desk from embarrassment when her teacher comments,On her high score she didn't even study for.I’m that girl,Finishing her homework while hoping,The bell doesn’t ring for the class it’s due for to begin.I’m that girl,That’s mind is on anything else,But the lesson on probability.I’m that girl,You’ll never get to know,Cause you ju
One of Those DaysIt's just one of those days,You want to turn back the clock,Take it back to a timeOf happiness and joy.It's just one of those days,You feel so lost.Abandoned to fall off the path you know,With no one there to catch you.It's just one of those days,You wish you knew what to say,To stop the tears,And bring comfort to the broken hearted.It's just one of those days,Filled with sorrow and regret,With words left unsaid,And of never getting the chance to say goodbye.It's just one of those days,You can only sit down and just cry.
SomethingWhy are you just standing there,Staring at me like that?Please just…Do something,Anything.
No OneHere I am,Standing alone,Waiting,For no one.
Those Who CareHold me close,Then kiss my hair,And just remind me,There are those who care.
Sometimes, It's Okay To CrySometimes, it's okay to cry.It's okay to let the world see your tears.Sometimes, it's okay to be angry.But the hardest is to be angry at the right time, for the right reason.Sometimes, it's okay to let your emotions show.Because you've been strong for too long. Sometimes, things can shatter you permanentlyBut you've got to pick up the pieces and mend them back together again.You can't stay broken forever. Just because it's okay to cry,Doesn't mean that you should live your life in tears.It doesn't mean that you have to be weak.The hardest part is telling people that you're 'not okay'.The hardest part is telling people that you 'need help'. Because sometimes, it's okay to not be strong.
Ten Reasons Why...1. When you couldn’t sleep the night before because you were too busy thinking about her, but you don’t even mind.2. When you can’t find your car keys to leave his house and he says, “Well, sweetheart, I guess you’re stuck with me.”3. When you get in a fight with her but can’t stay mad ‘cause she’s just too damn cute.4. When he kisses you on the forehead and you remember why you fell in love with him in the first place.5. When you’re holding hands with her and your friends are around, laughing at you—but it doesn’t matter anymore because, hell, you’re in love!6. When you watch him tickle his little sister and think how he’d make a great father one day.7. When you wish you could wake up every morning beside her and realize you’re already there.8. When he smiles at the world with a cute, cocky grin like he knows as long as you’re together, nothing else matters, and you can’
DreamDon't wake me up,Leave me here in my wonderland,Among the silly cards,And chaotic tea parties.Let me sleep longer,My jabberwocky is not destroyed,The croquet game is not finished,And I only have the grin of the Cheshire Cat.I am still tired,Of the realities of being awake,Of the pain of losing myselfTo the monotone world.Please,Don't wake me from my wonderland.
My Hand Against the GlassI became so lost along the way,Walking through corridors forgotten now,As I stepped into the room with the looking glass.The shine and shimmer of the glass,Made me smile at long last,And inside was a girl smiling back at me.Stepping up close,She did the same till we were nose to nose,Only separated by the pane of glass.She was short and boring and all together together,But sad at the same time,If what her sorrowful brown eyes told me was true.I laid my hand against hers,So cold it was,No warmth coming from the glass.
Maybe . . .Maybe somedayI'll be okay,All of the tearsWill be all dried away,Sky will be blueAnd no longer grey,Monsters and shadowsNo longer to stay.Maybe somedayMy heart will be healed,Love and elationBe things that I feel,Moods no more changingLike turning of wheels,No longer burdened By things that I feel.But, for today,Skies remain dark,Love and elationSeem something so far.Hope, restoration,Are just out of reach,Things that I want,But just cannot believe.
Memories of You (2/24)Your musical laugh, your sweet, honeyed perfume - myeyes open. You're gone.
One of Two ThousandI never thought I'd be here again,Standing among the pain and sorrow,A one of two thousand,A weeping for the morrow.