A blank slate

So much to await
A chance to renew

A beginning for you

For others as well

New stories to tell

Fresh pages to write

All seeking the light

You might hope to find

Or be left behind

While others all seem

To have found the scheme

Their lives look bright

As if they’ve got it right

But inside they might too

Feel the same as you

You say you’re aware
That your mind is fair

Yet still you believe

You cannot achieve

Truth hides away

Some stars will not stay

There’s darkness before

And friends at the door

Their words make you grow
Their light helps you glow

Though shadows consume

They help you resume

Seasons change
You feel strange
You still don’t know the deal
Still don’t know how to feel

You’re locked behind bars
Scratching at old scars
Changing schools and sections
Facing others reflections

The words that I write

May seem small in your light

But I share them with you

‘Cause you might’ve felt them too <33

Halfway across the world
Asleep right now
There is a girl
I like her

Not like like her
Not in a romantic way

She's just sweet
She knows me
She cares about me
She's there for me

Halfway across the world
Asleep right now

She's there for me
She doesn't know my first language
She only knows me thru texts
She has her own problems

But I don't know
How I could help

Halfway across the world
Asleep right now
Doesn't have to face her thoughts
She's okay now

If she's okay
Than so am I

And I couldn't be more grateful
To have a friend
Halfway across the world
Asleep right now

Thank you Charu <333

There is no knife that cuts my skin

Just too many bright reflections

Good words are screaming from within

And blood might help confessions

I’ve read so many similar words on here

In some weird way that fills me with fear

I can understand it’s romantic, I guess

But for once in my life I wish to hear less

Little red drops, they won’t help the pain

Big chunky bracelets on your wrist

It makes you feel like you’re insane

Yet still you remain, and still you insist

I’m not special.

Just another  
blonde  
white  
privileged  
child  
who thinks  
they can  
change  
this place.  

But that teacher  
wasn’t special  
either.  

I try to listen.  
They don’t.  
She didn’t.  

She didn’t care.  
Not for kids.  
Not for my words.  
Not for me.  

She made me  
hate school.  
Hate that place.  
Hate her cage.

Don’t want to be
Anyone but me
Right now
I hate this
Never have I before
And I hope I never will again

Habits I hate
And hopes I can’t give up on
Never-ending cycles
Again and again