Some times I just want to be forgotten
For the world to forget about me for just a while
Let me sit alone and think
Give me space to clear my mind
The world is to crowded
People always near
Some times I just need space
I just want to melt away and become invisible
Some times I just want to be forgotten

People are always asking
What comes next?
What happens after this life is done and gone?
Well what about right now?
The future will come but right now we live in the present
Live life now
Because when you finally reach that day in the future
Your going to look back on this life
And if you don't live life now you'll regret it
Because there is no going back
When you reach you last day
What will you think of your life
Will you regret?

Three am is for the poets.
Its for when I can't sleep and instead stay up late, craving a lover I've never had, the are and weird shows on hulu.

Three am is for when my tears are caked in my face.
Its for when my legs burn.
And my heart hurts.

Three am is for k dramas and adult swim.
Its ice cream and cake.
Its for poetry

Sometimes I write on my skin. Not cut.

Words hurt more

I thought you were my best friend.

*I thought wrong

He's here..
He's back.

I have to tolerate him sitting next to me again.
Our director says just tell him what you want him to do.
Like he'll listen to me.

I don't know what I'll do.
If I can do anything
And he's here until Monday..

What am I gonna do?
I can't breathe when he's around.
He is the creator of my butterflies that inhabit my stomach.
What will I do?

He's back.
He's here...

Someone **** me please?

I keep things in
It's the way I work
I don't tell
My drama to
Everyone
Everyone doesn't need to know
So I keep
My mouth shut

I keep all my pain and hurt locked inside
I keep my ideas and opinions to myself
Who knows who would get offended

So I keep things locked up tight.
*Who has the key?

There is so much to say
That I'll never be able to get past my lips

There is so much in my heart
That I wish you knew

There is so much
That I feel I will break if I don't let it out somehow.

they are mutiplying each day inside of me.
inside my brain, inside my viens, inside my heart.
they're trying to break free.
they want out of me.
so they are telling me to grab the newest piece of metal,
and set them free.
- a.c