Each kid has to fit into a box, has to fit into whats taught. teaching us to walk in between the lines- in between the lies.

Then he looks over at me like hes never seen me before, maybe he hasn't, maybe i'm not even here.

Now thats pretty dark...

I'm trying to stay positive, even though, even though- i don't know, its just so hard.

Trying to catch my breath, catch my breath, catch my death.

After the pain is gone; the real hurt comes.

I drop my pencil on the floor and pick it up, slowly scooting my chair towards him in the process. i don't know why i torture myself.

This is me;

:D

...after i met you

People say that before you die
your whole life flashes before your eyes,
make it worth watching,,*

Just when i start to think,
"this is as good as it gets"
you go and make things better