I am the one who says what’s on her mind, most of the time.

I am the one who puts others above herself.

I am the one who tries to pay attention, but does not always succeed.

I am the one who works hard at everything I do, Even if it does not come easy.

It’s numbing to see so many people 
dead


so many
so many
so many

This Keeps Happening. 

It keeps happening
and still people tell me
“It’s rare,
it won’t happen to you,
you shouldn’t be scared”

no, I should be.

i should be scared
for my future.

i should be scared
for all of those poeple
who don’t have one anymore.

i should be scared 

The ink leaks from my pen like blood from an open wound.
It drenches my paper with incoherent words and thoughts in hopes to bring simple solace to the insanity within my mind.
This ebb and flow of a stagnant sea and a roaring riptide,
Folds my body in of itself like a freak show contortionist, but this pen.
O this pen, it straightens the wrinkles of my soul and strengthens the beat in my heart.

Things
Never seem to turn out
The way you want them to. 
College,
For instance, was the worst thing
I ever had to plan for.
Going
Back and forth, looking
From college to college.
Trying
To decide my path
Was seemingly endless. 
But
Now I'm set to attend college
Next year, for an incredible major. 
Awesome!
Except now, I want to 
Change my mind. 
Again. 
If you ask any of my friends, they'll

Boy! I think my mom's getting to pick me up like usual during this time of year. I am glad I don't have to take the bus that much. I mean, when my mom was busy one time during this time of year, I was told that it was bus day, and I kinda freaked out. I mean, not everyone dislikes the bus, It's just me in particular that doesn't like the bus. The kids in the front are screaming their heads off while some highschoolers in the back are yelling the things that shouldn't be yelled on the bus. Ugh!

have you ever noticed human stupidity? we are born, we have hops and dreams, things that are taught to us and then we move on, find our lonely corner again, and then the cycle begins again and again and again because this is human nature.

 Her eyes
The bags under them show her restless nights
Her lips 
Bloodied from the countless hours she spends chewing on them 
Her arms
Show the scars from the hurt she has inflicted upon herself
Her legs
Bruised and bloodied from her recklessness
Her hands
The nails bitten right down to the unprotected skin
Her back
Hunched from the days she spends leaning over various things
Her voice