damn. how long has it been, eh? anyway. so everything pretty much sucks. same stupid friends same pathetic day same emo clones. gahh. i wish for one of these days to be different and for everything to be good becaus i'm really tired of all the dramatic bullshit from everyone. i have been writing poems everyday and i've been doing amazing in school. i must say my teachers are hella fine and that they all love me just as much as i love them. Mr.Carter is by far the best, than Mrs.Van-Etten tied with Miss.Rundall and Ms.Hamsher had her last year for math. she seems to be stalking me. i don't get on the computer much anymore except for when i have to do projects and such. so yeah i guess things could be worse, so i'd say i.m fine/neutral. yep.

'Goodbye'
This is how it ends between you and I, This is where i draw the line. The imaginary line that divides the heart in two. You think you are fine but, you really are dying on the inside.

Your empty smile filled with lies echoes deep inside. You hear the voices screaching out and make you cry and leave it all behind.

The pain stabs you in the chest, where your ribs intersect. The pills have failed to relieve your heart from the one you decieved and left cold and hollow.

The monster screams at the middle of the night, clawing deep at your insides. The drugs seem to bring out the true person you've become.

So you cut the grid of the selfish kid into the flesh of your writst. You've failed to hear your concious spill the words to guide you right. You cut it all and say "Goodnight".

You awake and look for a certain book to bleed out the words of sorrow. You think you're done but, I'm the one to convinse you.

You look around and sit on the ground, and you close your sore rubbed eyes.You see a box and it opens up to collect the pain inside. You let it out and bleed out the tears you've once cried.

You made it this far now and you will not let yourself down, you will close the box and say "Goodbye."

The footsteps echo behind the stairwell, i look back to see the doubts and pain that left me in shame. I say as i left my memory drift away.

"Thank you" for the pain that grew and tore me in two because now i'm strong and i'm the one who got their own way.



that's by me. i wrote that one day after i didn't talk for six hours. mhm. i'm talented aren't i? i also got my poem published in a book when i was in fourth grade and i also have been given an award for outstanding writing. you're scared. haha no i'm kidding it sucks don't rub it in.