Alone

My words pour out from the hurt and pain I've been through this year. I've had to walk this lonely path alone for awhile now, have taken everything that was thrown at me. I'm still standing and nothing can bring me down. Sometimes I stop and hope that for once it just wasn't me against the world, but something more like you and I against the world.  But I don't have a you, so I go on as just the I and keep taking what life throws at me. Sometimes you just have to walk the path alone.

My Life

This is my life, no games, no shows. I feel I'm standing here alone. Its me against the world. I need someone, anyone to be there for me, to pick me up when I'm down cause sometimes I just can't get up by myself. They say that you came into this world alone and you're leaving it alone but they don't seem to see that you came into this world with half a heart and you're leaving it with a whole heart. Sometimes being alone is the best, but in the end a heart has to be whole again, sometimes you can't walk alone....

Gone Away For Awhile

I'll be gone for awhile
So that your memories of me haunt you
So that you see what I really mean to you
So that you miss me and love me
I'll be gone for awhile
So that you see, when I come back, things won't change
Cause you will still be the same

If

if you have words for me say them
if you have feelings for me show them
if you want me.. kiss me ;)

Scars (Part 2)

Lexi was Jason's world, the only girl to conquer his heart. He was in love with her as much as she was in love with him. Everyone knew they were perfect for each other. They had fallen in love in on their way to 3 period where they bumped in to each other. Jason knocked down her books. Picking them up he looks at her and at the moment their eyes locked. They were suppose to spend forever together, but sometimes forever doesn't last too long.

Who We Are

So the world always seems to have a problem with who we are, what we look like, or even the way we dress. But why? Why does society care, aren't we our own person with freewill? Do they care because they fear change, or because they fear change in you which would lead to them losing you? Do we change ourselves for others or for ourselves? Are you willing to change yourself for any reason? Ask yourself that, you might just find the answer to a lot of other questions.

Past is the past.

I hate my memories of you. I can't be to certain places without thinking of you. You're always in my dreams. I hate seeing you in them because its hard to remember that it meant nothing and at the end of the day we are nothing, It's sad how things can be great expect one thing, you were never really mine. So I walk away, my head held high, and my eyes looking straight ahead till what tomorrow brings.