A PoemI'll never mean much to you I'll always be number two I'll never be the leading lady I'll always be the good friend I'll never have the guts to ask you out I'll always be wondering what could have beenA Poem
Love is a Strange ThingShe tries to get over you Get you out of her head By dating a guy who Will never be enoughLove is a Strange Thing
I don't want to see her cry From being so confused Lost in a sea of her own lies Searching for the shore
For her I try to be The lighthouse shining through But the sky's so stormy That I am of no help
Hers is a journey where I cannot help her along But I will always be there Through the light and the dark
Is it bad that I hate you?Is it bad that I hate you When you’re so hard to deal with Complain when something doesn’t go your way And cry about every little thingIs it bad that I hate you?
Is it bad that I hate you When you can’t grow up fast enough Because we’re years apart And I need you to be more mature
Is it bad that I hate you When you act like a brat Can’t clean up your own mess And scream about nothing
Is it bad that I hate you When you get in your moods Ranting and raving And being a pain
Is it bad that I hate you When you are so sel
Memoirs of Tyler JettingIn eighth grade my face was covered in pimples and people called me “Pepperoni Face”. I really didn’t like that last year of middle school, for more reasons than just the acne. I also had rumors spread about me that I was smoking pot in the bathroom or selling coke in the gym locker rooms. Well, I hadn’t done those things. I may have worn a black t-shirt and jeans as my own personal school uniform, but I am not nor will ever be a hoodlum. People just thought that I’m bad news because I’m not like them. I didn’t try and look perfect and have people like me. I know that it would only set me up for disappointmeMemoirs of Tyler Jetting
From Point A to Point BHer face slammed against the desktop roughly. She could feel blood beginning to drip from her nose, but chose to ignore it and instead rhythmically pounded her fists beside her ears. It was only when they were too numb to feel the pain that she stopped. Meet Lost Friend A, for this is how her mother found her. By that time, the blood had dried and crusted into rusty rivers on her face and on the desk, and her hands had bruised dark indigo. With a tender sigh, Mother wet a towel and mopped up the violence, but not the pain, and placed her daughter in the bed. Before she left, she picked up that shattered pieces of the picture frameFrom Point A to Point B
The End Is Near
HELP!
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ive just started the war thats begun to split my mind with a blades thin edge
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"True strength is keeping it together when everyone expects you to fall apart."
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ive just started the war thats begun to split my mind with a blades thin edge
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"True strength is keeping it together when everyone expects you to fall apart."
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I don’t know what true love is
But if our love is not true love
Then I don’t want true love
I want to be with you
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I don’t know what true love is
But if our love is not true love
Then I don’t want true love
I want to be with you
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I don’t know what true love is
But if our love is not true love
Then I don’t want true love
I want to be with you
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