do you wish you could go back and change things?
    
  do you reminisce about the good times we had?
                                           do you even think of me?
                                                                ­                     ever ?

i do.
i remember the sleepovers
                             the calls
                                    the conversations
                                                   ­                               
                                 ­                                                  when did it all stop?
                                                           ­           when did you lose interest?
                                                       ­                               
                                                        




                                                       why ?

Full of doubts,
making the decision.
Ignoring taunts,
implement the vision.

Obviously,
civilisation is going to die.
Frequently,
ask yourself question - why?

Why do people getting close to you then leave you?
Why do people like you then hate you?
Why do people encouraged you then discourage you?
Why do people love you then hurt you?

Why people like this?

Why? I don't get it.

Does he ever dream about me ?
Does he ever remember the times we spent together it was not long all the time it was like hey how are you. Your best feature on you are your eyes I can tell they tell a story and I want know more about you this is so deep and I am this close to giving up I just want be in your presence. You were the only Guy that admit to my face that he liked me and I liked him back gosh I miss you so.

Be careful!
It's raining kids
From the rooftop:
One, two, three, four...

It's raining hard,
Another one slips
And it's a long fall,

Dead bodies lying on the pavement,
No one wanted to be saved and
No one is safe!

Horror shrinks me to a whimpering whelp;
They seemed happy and they didn't ask for help.
"God save us",
I hear whispering from all around
Four and one
for nothing, with no reason to be found
God save us all, indeed...

Why do you think that it's okay
To rip out my heart
and try to shove it back in

You were drunk?

No ******* ****,
I haven't seen you sober in
6? entire years

*******

"You're my kid, that's not an option"
Then why was it an option two years ago??
Why was it an option last Saturday?

You're not my ******* parent.


You never were.

1800, 1200, 500,
nothing.

When will I look myself in the mirror
and say, "you are beautiful"

When will I see me
and not cringe in disgust.

When will I feel good
in my own skin?

When will this end?