These thoughts are on my mind all day
I don't know why but they always find their way.
I'm worthless.
I'm not special.
To nobody.
Thats what it says.
I got used to it.
I have to deal with it.
Nobody knows it.
I don't want them to know.
They don't know me well so why should they know?
I told my mind so many times to stop thinking about people who had hurt me but it does what it wants.
Nobody can't stop my mind.
Not even you.

Love is a funny game,
And I am just a little insane,
Always losing,
But I play it anyway,
I’ts such a shame.

Losing my **** over you is an understatement,
that's something a person like you would do,
not me honey.

1.  stop letting other people’s opinions affect you so greatly.
2. be your own person, stop trying to blend in and act like everyone else.
3. make your happiness #1, **** what anyone else has to say.
4. get healthy, workout, stop saying “oh I’m so fat” and not doing a **** thing about it.
5. be nicer. no one likes a *****.
6. focus more in school. you have to pass and you have to graduate.
7. don’t think about yourself so much, do some volunteer work and help others.
8. be more responsible. as cheesy as it sounds, you only live once.
9. become more social, go outside once in a while. make some new friends.
10. take more pictures. document your memories. you learn from your history and you will want to remember in the future.
11. do not be afraid to get hurt. it’s a part of life, everyone has ups and downs. sometimes you fall down, but it will be okay.

He said he loved me
But he said it to her
He said he was there for me
But said it to her
He said everything to her that he said to me...
But they were all lies
He said *******
And he said it to her

Her face displayed a smile,
Her skin made out of false matters,
She painted herself in gold.
How beautiful where her skin,
Her skin striking in the sun,
The paint shone bright,
And inchmeal, she melts.
How could you paint
Plastic out of gold?
Have you dreamt of a world
Filled with her infamous thoughts?
Have you lived in a world
Where her existence
Is just a living nightmare?
Beings? Night terrors?
All because of a
toxic Barbie doll.

You sit by my wooden dresser
There in the corner of my bedroom.
Sweeter you look in front of me,
Than the way you chatter behind me.
Every piece I hold onto,
Thee steal and smirk...
Doing it as if I have not yet caught.
You loved taking my heart into your palm.
Breaking them into pieces
And would make ******* out of them.
What a waste for me to let you
Break it for me.

Call me bossy,
Maybe I’m just clever.
You could be so jealous
I guess I’m just smart.
Do you have those brains, too?
I’ve heard you had none.
You’re pulling me down,
While you had nothing to brag about.
The best of me,
Oh that crap of yours,
I give it my all,
While you had none.
Responsibility, what a word.
Recalling the first times,
You seemed to look innocent.
It was memorable
for you never liked me,
Neither did I.
“Best friend”?
It is such a believable name,
Isn’t it? But, I don’t remember it.
“Stop being my friend”
******, then leave me behind.
I would not be the one doing it for you.
Opening your diary,
While you never read mine.
You ask how I was,
I answered, “I’m fine.”
Your concern? Angelic yet fake.
Look now who’s a Barbie in her smile.
I  am not playing puppets,
I just knew what to do.
I just had a lot of things in mind,
Wishing you told me yours.
I saw those words you held against me,
“She’s this girl and she’s that.”
You little ******, don’t be such a brat.
My mother taught me gossiping is bad,
Why do you do it to me?
I looked like a villain
but I was just a victim.
Oh, I learned in my life...
How I could say “no”,
It is brave, little one.
And to learn is to never trust
And to never talk to a Barbie doll.