struggle

you make my life so hard, and heart breaking. no matter what i am told, i still want you i want you to want me and look at me like you used to, you gave me false hope everyday and i denied the truth. i loved you while you were telling me you loved me, while sleeping with another girl, what a tale that is. i send you emails everyday and save them in my drafts because i would never want you to read how i really feel, every one of them is different, anger, love, hurt, happiness, loss i wish i could send them.
it is such a struggle every day not to talk to you, well i have gotten two days so far and i am ever so proud of myself.

salt river

river flows, the salty river flows through every detail, every crack and crevice. the river flows, the salt river flows not by weather or change or climate but flows due to the depth of sadness and sorrow this river flows so often that the cracks and crevices are never dry, and the mouth of the river is never hesitant to start pouring out.

tangled

everyday i am so caught up in my fear of what people are thinking and whether or not i am good enough, but at the same time i have the personality of someone who thinks and knows they are good and enough and some would say too good, its all a mask so people wont discover my insecurities and angst to always be accepted.

attractive

maybe its only me, but there is nothing more attractive then having feelings for a boy who isn't interested in you at all, just the adventure of fighting for their attention and for them to one day be yours.

we are only ever recognized for our bad qualities

suicide girls

why?

why is the most popular word on a teenagers lips, why opens up all kinds of answers and problems. those who dwell on self pity and attention through depression ask why to the most odd of things. but those who ask why to a genuine problem can never find the answer they are looking for. every eye i look at is lost in some maze of their own, trapped with friends, tied up in lust, drowning in hurt. i have so many problems and complaints that could start with the simple three lettered word but how boring, why cant people accept who they are and what they want to be and find happiness within themselves instead of relying on questions and answers...