Flying away

From my mistakes

From my soul

It is my running

It is my swimming

It is my outlet

And that is enough

No one said

I was good

And no one

Has to

You and I

Are the best of

Friends

We were made

For salt saker families

Purple crayons

And bridges with oranges

So let’s go

Right now

Out into the world

Release ourselves

Into the infinite

Universe

This glass

with your

Lipstick Stain

And my soul

as you walk

and the clouds

With a dark

Dangerous gleam

your suitcase

You left behind

All the things

i liked

our apartment

everything

Is only half

Filled

without you

In it

I hear your heart

It speaks to me

Of love

And kindness

Mostly things

I wish your mouth

Would say

But I stand by

I am your friend

Desperatley pining

For lover

And it kills me

That I’m not enough

Everyone around me 

has these problems

these vapors that are

vain and fleeting 

he doesn’t love me

i am so alone

i just want to be happy

I care

I swear, but

you need to grow up

and learn that 

life is precious

that people are way

worse off than this

and even though that

doesn’t mean you don’t

have problems

stop letting them consume you

my dad lost his job

one of my close families has dementia

im being abused

i want to die

i wish that people would hear me

Take you immature problems

and realize

no one cares

I’m sorry I think

I’m in love with you

I’m mostly sorry

You aren’t in love

With me too

Mostly because I love

You

Okay that is it

Really sorry

Love you

I have been 

accepted

To my First

Choice

and I don’t know

how to feel

except excited

This is my dream

Chicago

Psych

Everything is 

Happening

And I couldn’t

be Happier

look me 

in the 

Eye

I am not 

here

I am not 

Me 

Sorry if 

that makes you

sad

But you never

knew me

Because I break 

things in my 

sleep

And I am too

calm to write

coherent sentences

Actually don’t

ever look at my

Eyes

because then you’ll

See

that you don’t like

Me

I am really sorry that I don’t remember you :( I am so proud of the fact that you remember and still like what I do because I am really trying :) thanks so much for the praise

My tears

My wrists

they don’t matter

As my friends

crumble to Peices

I have to pick them up

I have to learn

new Puzzles

I was always

bad at puzzles

But I’m okay

It’s my Job to be

I’m sorry 

You feel that way