Shay0153

"I hate you!" That was the last thing I said to my mom before the accident. It was a dark, rainy night. We were arguing about something stupid again. I couldn't help it, "I hate you!"  I screamed. "Paige, hun, don't say that. You don't really hate me, do you?" I saw a tear roll down her cheek. I felt bad 'No, Paige, you're mad at her. Don't feel sorry, she deserves it.' I decided that I'm not going to talk to her. I know it hurts her but I'll talk again in the morning.               I grabbed my iPod, plugged in my headphones, and blasted my music. Music, muisic is my life. Music is my medicine. Music is what keeps my alive. I open my eyes.

Why are you so different? You're not who you used to be And why am I so lonely, When you're right infront of me? Something isn't right, I can see it in your eyes I'm just trying to find A truth behind the lies You act like we're so close But we couldn't be more far apart And right now I can't handle Someone playing with my heart Tell me that I'm dreaming, Tell me our love's still strong, Tell me you're not leaving, Please tell me that I'm wrong Tell me that everything Is going to be just fine Tell me you love me And you'll always be mine Constantly, we're fighting It gets worse everyday And I don't want to stay Just to

I wear striped socks. I listen to Lostprophets. I sometimes wear a black tie with tiny little sculls on it. I read books. I'm not too pretty. I eat chocolate when I'm depressed.   I sometimes feel as though The only right thing to do Is to crawl up inside of me and die With Tori Amos in the background. Am I Emo enough for you? You wear everything striped lately. You lined up your soul in black and white. You hate pink. You say that you hate it when people label you. Then maybe you should quit labelling yourself?    Maybe you should stop looking down on girls because they wear pink. Maybe they're being themselves

I wish I could be a child again. Where all I had to worry about Were skinned knees And cooties from boys. I wish I would be a child again. Where boys ran away from girls And no one lied. I wish I could be a child again. Where parents were devoted In every part of my life. I wish I could be a child again. When there was recess, And fun and games. I want to be a child again. I want the child meant wonder. I want the never ending hope. I want loyalty. I want simplicity. I want to be a child again. I want my innocence back. I want to not have to worry. I want grades that don't matter I want time outs to be the worse punishme

Love is you. Love is me. Love is something you can't see. Love is nice. Love is sweet. Love will sweep you off your feet. Love is soft. Love is best. You can feel love in your chest. Love is great. Love is kind. Love is always on my mind. Love is special. Love you chearish. My love for you will never parish.

It's sad, How people lock themselves up, In their own little world. We lie to ourselves, Say that everything's alright, Everythings fine. We wear the mask, And act the part, And say it's all part of the show. We live in boxes, See in darkness, And speak in lies. I't's our world That we live in, Why should it change?

No one knows till they taste it No one cares till they lose it No one bleeds till they live it No one wants to admit it No one can be without it No one truly lives till they feel it

I am. I am the person who lives. I am the person who loves. I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier. I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own. I am the invisible who linger in the hallways. I am the person who bullies to feel better. I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail. I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't. I am the person who is bullied for being different. I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death. I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of

This tool of distortion used to corrupt the perceptions of reality Comforted behind unknown barriers. The world as I see through clear lens has messed my senses. My obsession with capturing unsought beauty has seized me though, frustrated with unwanted outcome. An image captured for my collection of silly things for me to ponder upon Behind the camera I feel safe, never want to be the subject of its eye.