to be me or not to be me,
is that a question?
or just a daily routine

for who i am,
is much more than,
anyone can visually see

sometimes,
i just need someone
to tell me my hair looks nice.

sometimes, my heart just overflows,
the tears running to my toes
black stains on my cheek
must be a ******* leak

i won't do coke no more baby,
i didn't understand
i thought it would help me maybe
tried to steady my hand

but those little lines of white
are nothing compared
to the little love bites
that i've now bared

i never really understood
that you had such real concern
i said, didn't matter and still would
but now slowly i learn

that its so not ******* worth it
to lose who i love
no line, shot or hit
could ever come above

someone
who
really
matters.

it's hard, you see,
to wait, for you and me.
yeah, we're young
and this is fun
but patience..
god, i have none.
i don't comprehend
anything except "now"
and its sad how
impatient i can be
one day alone
by myself at home
and suddenly
my head wont shut the **** up
thoughts drifting
to years i await
married, content
makes me hate
just sitting
and thinking
for as i said,
patience?
what is that?