People are scared of things that are broken

Sitting home alone on a Friday night dreading to go back to school with the people who make me feel the way I do.
Invisible.
Worthless.
Because people are scared of things that are broken.
But I'd rather be at school with the people who've betrayed and hurt me the most than having to face the fact that I really am alone
I fear being alone.
When I'm alone it's just me and my endless amounts of thoughts
Thoughts that should never be thought
That do nothing but tear me down and literally break me from the insdie out
I find myself feeling depressed for no reason at all
And no one to tell me life will get better
Throughout highschool I couldn't even begin to imagine how it would feel to be invisible and alone
To walk down the hallway with your head down and headphones in to avoid awkward stares
But things have changed
Friends are now strangers
I no longer look forward to the weekends
And things that once made me happy, don't
And I walk down the hallway with my head down,.. and headphones in

A plant left to die

You gave me a plant
And I let it die
Because like our relationship, it's slowly fading to nothing
I feel a pang of loneliness knowing what comes next
The non-stop thinking of you
"Not knowing what you had until you lost it"
Stalking your social media accounts just to see if you've moved on
It makes me feel small
Like a flower among endless amounts of weeds
You consumed me like I was nothing
Like I was your coffee in the morning

I guess you did always like your coffee a little bitter..

Alive; living, not dead

Alive; living, not dead.

So we beat on (grand theft poetry)

Brick by brick

I've built myself up

With words and phrases

That fit together

If not, it is no longer a wall and 
will be left to decay in the rain.

Why is that?

My dear, I don't give a damn

Don't tell me what I can and cannot do 

One notion entered her mind and she could not shake it

But that just frightened away the shy ones

Although nothing I can do in the present can take away the mistreatment of the past the way I carry myself in the present determines how I carry forward the memories of those mistreatments 

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Today is the tomorrow that we were dreading yesterday

But I am always nearby

I like it best here at the end of spring, after the rains. 

She grabbed her library card and

He looked at the blank pages of the notebook

Who needs air anyways

It's half past midnight love 

And I can't see you

It's a dust storm and you blend right in 

You were supposed to be the air to my lungs

So when you're not here I have to settle for not breathing

You said I was like rain in a drought 

But baby you are a hurricane 

Because the way you make me feel can't be tamed

As time went on I woke up and realized..

I don't like to get wet

If I were to die today

If I were to die today would anyone even notice?
Would anyone even care?

Would my mom miss the way that I'm never on time for curfew
Or my dad miss how I always ran out of gas and needed his help
Would my sisters miss how I always borrowed their clothes without asking
Or would they miss how loud and obnoxious my singing was
I know they would.

I wonder if my friends would even notice that I'm gone, because they don't even notice when I'm here
I sit in a crowded room full of my best friends..
Why do I feel like they are nothing but strangers?
Maybe it's because that's how they treat me.
They're the ones that said "I will always be there for you"
They lied.
Where are you now?
If I were to die today you would cry and say that "I was your best friend, that you cared about me so much"
But you never treated me that way.

People are fragile and when they've been dropped too many times they will start to break.

This isn't a suicide note
Just a cry for help