I'll sit here and write
I won't think about the words
Or the way they fly across the paper
In a fit of joy that turns to madness
In that same way you broke me down
It was an intricate play on words
We wouldn't understand
Ever
But who could?
Your beauty falls beneath you
In shattered bits and pieces
In every way you could possibly imagine
We've made this work before
We've written and played every song over
Twice
And nothing made this better.
It's nothing like what it used to be
There's long nights you've spent
With me standing outside your window
I've thrown sticks hoping they'd miss
So maybe you wouldn't know I was there
Breathing your air
But there's no reason for this
There's nothing left of us
There's nothing left of starlight bar fights
Of tears that meant nothing
There's nothing left of you
And honestly, it'll make me happy
Really, when you're suffering
I'll be putting on my Sunday best
And trampling over your bloody mess
I won't think a thing of it,honey.

I'm trying, to forget that, i'm addicted to you.

An empty pit that has no end
A worried life that has no friends
The devil's wrath on blood stained carpets
An early death-an over used carcas

And you don't want attention

In your own little world
Faking your own little death
And little do you know
You're going down like the rest

Intimidating smiles
Intimidating glares
Intentions that were meant
But were never really there

Crying now
But you're so bitter
Chilly now
A colder winter

You're bleeding through your shirt

And like a needle in your mind
You're just a stitch in time
Incinerate what's mine

You don't know what you're missing

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite says:
lol he's probably about 5'11"-6'0" in that picture

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite says:
He squatted so Nikki could get his head in the picture. ):

Jeffrey says:
well that's about where jeffrey's game is <3 lmao

Lmfao that kid cracks me up.

remember when the days were long
and the nights when the living room was on the lawn.
Constant quarreling the childish fits
and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.
All the slander and double speak were only foolish attempts
to show you did not mean,
anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.

And as the summers ending the cool air rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
and this is all that's left
scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.

Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
And everything that I said was true
as the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
Well I lost track and then those words were said,
you took the wheel and you steered us into my bed,
and soon we woke and I walked you home
and it was pretty clear that it was hardly love.

And as the summers ending,
the cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
and this is all that's left, scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.

And as the summers ending,
the cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
as the alcohol drained the days.
And as the summers ending,
the cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that's left,
The empty bottles spent cigarettes, so pack a change of clothes
'cause its time to move on.

Even the wrong words seem to rhyme.

So i'll drive so fucking far away
That I never cross your mind.

I've gotta be honest.
I've been waiting for you all my life.

So slow, so slow.
I can't let you go.

I'm trying really hard. I swear.
I swear i'm trying to make this all better in my head.
But it doesn't work.
It doesn't hurt any less.
It just hurts worse.
I do love him.

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you
Hate me in ways, yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see whats good for you


I'm sober now for 3 whole months, it's one accomplishment that you helped me with.
The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing that I won't touch again.
In my sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
So I'll drive so fucking far away that I'll never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind

It's just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life
  







It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.



It's great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn't need a shoulder. What if they need the arms or something like that? You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't



Take their hands when the slow song comes up.



If I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won't tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn't change the fact that they were upset


The only perspective is to really be there.



I remember one time we were walking. I dont remember where and I don't remember when. I don't even remember the season. I just know that was the first time I felt like I belonged someplace.




Things just keep going. We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.

I wish I was cool enough to make up lies about people.
I wish I could lie about who I was and pretend to be three people. And then THINK i'm going to get away with it.
I wish my lies were so well thought out, that everyone knows i'm a fake.

Don't be immature.
Don't be stupid.
And stop acting like you're ten.
It's really not funny.
Oh, and with all your girlfriends/boyfriends online,
Isn't that technically called cheating?
Thanks.

I wouldn't be a truck driver. For simple reasons.
1.You'd be lonely. All the time. It's you, the road, and greasy fast food.
2.What about a family? Someone to love?
3.Your life is planned you. You have a destination. You know where you're going. You sit in a hot stinky cab all day and drive.

There was no point in that. I was just thinking about it.
Here's another thing to think about. That I was thinking about, I guess. Why be sad? I know people have reasons, and serious reasons. But some of us don't. Some of us get down, hurt, and thrown around too easily. We need to learn to stand up for ourselves. Where is sad going to get you in life? When your sad, 9 times out of 10 you're pessimistic, too. And that's just going to dig you farther into the ground. You swear your life is horrible when you're sad. Even if it doesn't sound sad, coming out of your mouth. Everything sounds better in your head. I'm guilty of it.And there's nothing wrong with being sad. Everyone gets sad. But when shit sucks, remember this:
-At least ONE person in this world thinks you're amazing.
-At least three think you're gorgeous.
-You'll always have one friend waiting by the phone, hoping to God you call, so they can be there for you.

Sounds pretty fucking awesome to me, man. Like..amazing x 13498254029485. I'm in such a good mood tonight. Even after telling Rhonda off. Even after fighting with Matt. Even though my wisdom teeth are coming in, I worked 12 hours today, saw the part of my family that I hate, and got yelled at by mom, i'm in a really good mood. I'm so looking forward to this week.

Seriously. Things are starting to come back together now.
I'm happy. Seriously, really happy.
P.S.I have the most amazing friend in the world.
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hold your head high heavy heart
so take a chance and make it big,
'cause it's the last you'll ever get.
if we don't take it, when will we make it?
i make plans to break plans,
and i've been planning something big, planning something big, planning

I sometimes wish I could smile, and it would be real. Like that feeling that starts at your toes and works its way up, and it makes you dizzy. It's a tingly feeling, and you want to jump or dance or yell. But in a good way. It's not like screaming in your pillow. Because this time, you don't care who hears you.
I sometimes wish I could cry, just like everyone else. But I cry because I can't feel anything, sometimes. I cry because I want to feel like everyone else. I cry because I can't laugh. Because something's different.
I want nothing more than to be held under the stars by him. Or to kiss him in the rain. To hold, or to be held. No awkward silences. No stupid actions. I want to walk hand in hand in the park. I want to watch the sun set, and then come up again. Because it would be amazing.
I cry because I can't laugh, and I can't laugh because I cry.
But sometimes...sometimes it's good to be just like everyone else. Sometimes it's alright to be normal. Because everyone else has feelings, just like you. Everyone else cries, and laughs, and gets angry. But no one else feels the exact same way.

Don't let it fool you. You're better than that.

I could be in love. You would never know. And if you did know, you wouldn't care. I could not be in love. I could be in like. And it still wouldn't matter because you still wouldn't care. I could be in love with someone, and no one would notice. Because I hide. Because i'm capable of hiding. Because i'm good at it. Because I don't want anyone to find me out. Because no one will never know.