This headache isn’t getting better.
My cheeks are getting wetter.
This razor is getting rustier.

She puts on her sunglasses.
Hides her bruises.
Makes sure she doesn't look sad.
She opens the door, And stares at
The freedom she doesn't have.

Your Scars, Your Story.
My Scars, My Adventure.

"Grass."

-Said repeatedly by Ethan.

"Where are you gonna send us....STUDY HALL?!"

-An inside joke between My friends and I.

I've always wanted to have someone.
Someone I could call mine.
Someone who would love me,
Someone who would give me the world,
If they could.
But I'm always the best friend,
Never the girl.

-Me.

Please Comment on some of my poems. I will do the same for you.

They say don't knock on Death's door. Well what if he knocks on yours??

I want to go deaf, just so I won't have to hear him talk about her

Why is it that When You ask a friend out they almost always say they don't want to ruin the friendship? DOn't they know that it's already ruined?