Does it Make You Feel Good to Know I Roll With Your Punches

taking deep breaths

the last of the few

my heart stutters

knowing what i have to do

i've asked the sparkling eyes

to save me from despair

in my blurring eyes i see

they don't really care

dependent on pills

to keep me awake

was dependent on you

to keep me from this mistake

wish i knew how to pull myself out

and make it better

too late i'm afraid

as i sleep now forever.

Break It, You Buy It: But You Don't Own Me

it'd be nice

every once in a while

if somebody

would notice

that im

not

happy

and as i

lie with my face

buried into

my sheets

i realize no

one can hear me

and no one can see it

if only they knew

everything

like i did

maybe

just maybe

they might

understand

just how bad

it hurts

Holding Stars in Your Back Pocket

I was taught to express how I feel through writing. Luckily TLC wrote it for me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eG1_2k5jTwg

If I Never Get to Meet The President, At Least I Have You

you could be stupid

you could be ugly

you could be cupid

you could be smugly

you could be fun

you could be rude

you could be dumb

you could be crude

you could be poor

you could be tall

you could be more

you could be small

you could be it

you could be sad

you could be shit

you could be bad

you could be grand

you could be flauntly

you could be bland

as long as want me

Pretending to Text to Avoid Confrontation

usually before i make it

anywhere

i quit

but this time i'm happy

to say i found it

somewhat often I find

i don't care a bit

but it's different this time

because i found it

I never believe

a thing that those experts have writ

but I'll take it all back

since I have finally found it

Regularly I brace myself

for the bruise following

the hit

but guess what?

i don't have to

cause you helped me find it.

Laughing Is Almost As Fun As Watching You Suffer

sun who uses its might
and knows everything
will you teach we how to
be free and sing?

teach me to learn
like the trees
to hum like the bees
to love like the rain
to never feel pain
to smile like river
to fly like the breeze
to shine like silver
to fall as the leaves

teach me to breathe
like the flowers
to run like the birds
to lay peaceful for hours
to express love in words
to feel as valiantly as weather
and after I've learned it all;
to sleep quiet forever

Can your daddy's PT Cruiser do this?

desperation before I reach again
finding I can't find the words
I have to say with pen

falling short of everything
a failure yet i am
try to keep on smiling
faults take stand.

broken promises i am pieceless
surrounded by black grief
broken heart stays sleepless
respect: the first to leave.