Come away with me, in the night,.

I want to dance.


I feel so empty. And so cold.
I want a purpose. I need a purpose.

I hate Saturdays.

Oh I know that I left you, in places of despair.

God, this is all so stupid.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't flip out anymore.
I need something. I need so many things.

I want you.
you...

I feel sick.
I ate too much candy.

I need someone who doesn't smoke weed. Or do any drugs.
I need truth, now. I need honesty.

I'll never find this. I'll never get this.
I'm sick of myself.

I might go for a walk.
it's dark and cold.
And I need my best friend...

She doesn't want to be here for me..

Kings and Queens know not about love...

I used to want to fast forward my life up to four years from now.. because I thought at that time in my life I'd be happy. Now I don't want to be here. or there. or anywhere.


I... feel so...
There's no way to describe it. Where is my mama?
I want her. right now.
I want to shave my hair off, my eyebrows, and my face.
I'm so sick of everything.
My face changes in the summer.. it looks even more disgusting.
Along with my body.
I am nothing.

I want a mask.

I want my life to be a movie.
I want to have long hair.
I want to.... not be this any longer.

Sing me Spanish lullaby's...

I don't want to dance now.

April snow, brings.... ?

I don't want to post another 'sad' 'dark' poem thing about how much pain I'm in...
But I'm finding things to be more and more unfair every day.
I'm hurting more than I ever have.
And I'm running out of reasons to wake up each morning.
I'm running out of excuses for breathing.
What can I tell myself now? He's gone. What do I say?
He's not coming back...

There's a picture of her..
Her hair is blond of course.
And she's got big teeth.... of course..

I know how he likes them. I know better than anyone ever will. I tried so hard..
He never wanted me. He never will.

Each day I changed myself to try to be what he wanted.
Never good enough.
No where near there..

I'm nothing now, I'll be nothing forever. I'm completely wasted, as is my life. My future is also wasted. My time. All of it. And this pain is consuming every inch of me.
I want to fuck up. It's all destroyed anyway. It's all over now, so what's the point? I want to bleed. I want to weigh 70 lbs. I want to sleep around and get AIDS and die.
I want to die.

I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE.
I DON'T WANT TO BE THIS PERSON ANYMORE.
Why can't I be someone else? Why?
I lost the only thing that ever made me feel worth anything. And I'll never get it back. So why am I still here? I have no purpose.
I have no reason.
What good am I?
No damn good.

It's done, I'm done. it's all gone. if there ever really was anything here to begin with. anything there.
And all I can do is blame myself. Every second. It's like my skin is so heavy, and I can't gather the strength to even attempt a half-smile.

The grass is never greener on the other side.

Fuck all of you liars.
I need something... but nobody can give it to me.

Why don't I just go?

Pepsi.

that's all I need. Is Pepsi.
Mmmmmmm.
I'm trying harder than you know. Harder than you think.
But I hate myself for giving up so easily.
I hate myself.
I hate everyone.
It's because of you.

I feel sick now. I'm falling.
I'm sick now.
And it hurts. It's so painful, I'm fighting back the tears now. Fighting.
trying so hard to be so strong when you're so broken is... so hard..
Help me, somebody help me.
I'm bleeding now, and breaking now. My lungs are collapsing, it's harder to breathe.

You should know. I want you to know. It's all because of you.
And I can't do this. I can't be strong. I can't.

it's this season. It hates me.
it is killing me.