Twist and shout

shakes at diners

record players

noodles with butter

bike races 

the empty lot behind my apartment

numbers on T.v

airports

gunfire

so much blood

my picture hidden

you came home

but you were still stuck over there

you left me

but I still care

our hearts beat as one

the ghost of you stood by my side

as the darkness tried to consume me

Your voice rang through

my

mind

your strength became mine

because of you 

I made it back to 

 the 

light

Hush Child

I know a place of fantasy

where the moon and the stars all dance

but now it rains no more

beyond repair its corrupted

by blood

malice

and gore

(Re)

I lay awake at night rethinking every moment we shared

our permanent farewell is replaying in my mind

and I'm remembering 

and rewriting 

and re- re- redoing the last few moments I had with you

Memories all alone in the moon light

I used to be scared of the garbage man
and fireworks
but one night my mom told me to stay inside because fireworks where going to be shot off
she sent me to bed
I crawled out my window and on to the roof to watch them

I  remember crying when my two best friends stopped talking to me at school
That was the day I got in my first fight
I got hit in the back with a bike chain so I punched them in them in the gut

How to be an outcast at lone peak

I stopped curling my hair everyday
I never seem to shop at the right stores
I cry in the hallways
and the bathroom
and my classrooms
My car is invisible
I wear long sleeves everyday to hide my scars
I can't draw
my handwriting is about as cute as a 2nd grade boy
I don't fit in here
or anywhere really
Friday night consists of watching tv shows and eating mac and cheese
and dating is a foreign concept
so sorry
but I'm not changing

Ikea, Boys, and Green Chili Enchiladas

When things go wrong it's not even a surprise to me anymore....it's more of a 

"Ha!,told you can't do anything."

What ever.

I can make some sick enchiladas so suck it world

but when I get something right I have to take a step back and make sure its real life

Why would I get something right?

I screw up everything I touch

When I got asked to prom last year I almost died of shock

when I had fun at prom I felt like maybe I was actually like-able

but prom's not every night

and I spent 16 hours trying to put together a dresser from Ikea and I just gave up

well kinda

I told my dad I had women problems and I couldn't finish it and he bought it because I'm pretty sure he didn't want to press the issue
He does that a lot 

and I lie a lot so that makes us even

maybe I should try reading the instructions instead of throwing them across the room

nah.

life's more fun when you don't know hats coming next

but if I read the instructions I might get things right.....

Right?