I’m so tired of it all
And all I do is sit will tears
I just want to end it all
I just disappoint my pears

Tired of lies
And tired of this way
Tired of my eyes
And tired of pain

Numb has me in a grip
And it’s not letting go
So I hope to wither away
I wish to die

Why am I stuck here?

underneeth my skin
A devil plays within
lights my head to blazes
as the fire rasies

A call I hear
as It draws near
a angel amoung the fire
as something begins to transpire

The angel said his name
as I drown in pain
but the angel made feel it
the feeling of being a bottomless pit

but I kept marching ahead
soon I felt mislead
but the name pushed me through
and soon I felt good as new

and the name that helped me coup
was named HOPE

she was the girl who never put her body on display.
her hair was always put in a loose braid
her lips sealed shut with a pained smile every once and awhile
he was the guy who laughed loudly at the front of the class after a hard night
his hair fell perfectly on his sculpted face.
his humour being rude and sarcastic.
baseball was his life
now, darling, this is no love story.
you'd expect them to be polar opposites.
but the fresh cuts on both their wrists forbid me to assume that.
for they were best friends
he made her feel safe
she made him feel seen
they understood each other
they understood how the pain makes everything all better
it’s one of the most tragic fairytales of all

we’re half way finished
half way there
we’ve almost done it
just two more years

when freshman year started
we couldn’t wait for it to end
but now it’s almost here
i wish we could go back
and do it all again

to fix the mistakes
to say the right things
and to not give my heart
to a boy by who i am hated

i want to be young again
to get back those two years
all i can remember are pain and tears
now we have to plan for the future

we have to plan the rest of our lives
how do you do that?
my life was more together when i was five
i know who i want to be
but i don’t know who i am

i’m only 16
these plans feel to big for me
but we’re half way finished
we’re half way there
we’ve almost done it
just two more years

We’ve got all these wise advices.
All these caring people.
Still, we’re in the middle of a crisis.
Still, we don’t feel whole.

It’s like having the instructions to driving.
But still failing when trying and trying.
Because, that doesn’t mean you know how to drive.

So no. It’s not your fault.
And no. You’re not wrong.
You’re not too broken.
Just spill your heart.
Don’t live unspoken.
Let light in dark.

Maybe
I left future
In the past