Iam scared iam scared to tell u how i feel. iam scared to looki at u, iam scared to talk to you, iam scared of u not likeing me but mostly iam scared that you wont care about me.

Till this day i hide the cuts underneath my long sleeves, i hide the frown underneath my smile, i hide the tears underneath my eyes.

Why do you love to watch me crash and burn?

I fall as hard a s i try.

Everything is going to fast i jsut want time to enjoy whats infront of me.

Poetry is there poetry is everyware i find my poetry in here in the blood that run through my vains the frown that runs across my face the scars that run benath my sleevs the tears that are hidden from the truth.

I site there with blood dripping down my rist, screaming asking god to take this pain away.

Its time iam ready, iam ready to tell her whats really ben going on, its time to telll her what ive really ben doing, its time to tell her whats ubnder my sleeves iam ready iam ready! if iam ready why do i continue to do it??

Waiting for you is like waiting for a glacir to pastt, pointless, and never gona happen.

What hurts the most was being so close, and having so much to say and wacthing u walk away.