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And I sit Once again confused After all these years I still find myself lost From time to time Wondering where I am Trying to hold on a reality That keeps slipping away I wonder if I`ll find out Why this keeps happening to me

Vivid images Fill my mind Of what i cannot see I do not know whats before my eyes What could it really be? They tell me, guide me what to do They whisper in my ear Singing lullabies Sweet and calm Who are they my dear? Stepping slowly On the ground Fearing what i do not know The darkness fades And all i see Is the light down below Coming faster and faster As i start to fall I didnt mean to do it Or to risk it all I wanted them to shut up The whispers in my ear That guide me, tell me what to do Conjuring my deepest fears.

Why do i keep doing this? Falling for the impossible Falling deeper and deeper We can't do this I wish I could Seeing her Makes my heart stop So beautiful Eyes that make me melt Hair so soft and smooth I need you so much You're always there I'm just scared What if you're not? How will i deal I keep doing this Everytime I look at you It gets worse Why do I keep doing this?

My heart is broken  My soul is lost I have no one anymore  No true friends around me everyday No one to keep me sain  No on to love Yet who would want to love someone like me?  I'm nothing special Sure I give everything I have  Although that doesn't matter anymore The word love is overly used  No one understands the meaning I'm telling you man  Sex and drugs are the only thing people want Sure I'm into both  Yet isnt everyone? Still I know the meaning of love  Here I sit heart broken Becoming the story of my life

This one goes out to that boy on the street, whose father wouldn't look at him when he caught him kissing another boy. This one goes out to that girl on the ground, because her mother couldn't handle that she'd given birth to a lesbian. This one goes out to all those hurt by words, like 'dyke,' 'faggot,' or 'queer.' This one goes out to all those who thought they could tell anything to someone. (only to find, they could only tell some things.) This one goes out to the boy lying six feet underground, because the world didn't like who he "chose" to love. This one goes out to the girl who sobbed in the shower, when

Once upon a time, in the American Idol mansion, Ryan Seacrest was walking by the dorms, because he was bored. What better reason? When he walked by Kris and Adam's dorm, he heard noises and decided to stop by, because he was a peeping tom. Lulz. Adam: Kris, you know you want it! Kris: DO NOT TOUCH ME WITH THAT! Adam: Kris, you'll like it! It'll be fuuuun! Kris: NO IT WILL NOT! NOW STOP! Adam: Oh, Kris, you will always remember this day, if you will just hold still and let me do this! Kris: NO! --spits-- UGH YOU GOT IT ALL IN MY MOUTH! Adam: Well, if you would have held still, I would have put it where it was supposed to go! Shocked, S

                                        A Perfect Day Ruined      I smiled as I walked home from school. What a beautiful day! I thought to myself. The sky was clear and the sun was so warm against my face. This was probably the best day of my life! I was asked out by the guy of my dreams, Me and my best friend flung a paper air plane at our English teacher and didn't get caught, and I helped someone out." COULD THIS DAY GET ANY BETTER!" I almost screamed to the world. I clasped my mouth. That was DEFINITELY a jinx. Then I heard foot steps behind me. I turned around but no one was there. I was all alone on the street. I panicked and ran hom

  Today was the day my cat exploded.  It wasn't spectacular – it just exploded with a furious carnage across the sitting room. Perhaps I shouldn't have let it bite the wires in the fuse box… The mess itself was uninspiring; the walls would need a good bleach attempt and the couch itself was ruined. I took my coat out of the cupboard and, shifting a stack of unopened bills and other pleasantries from infront of the door, made my way outside to go to my depressingly dreary work.  The blisteringly cold air of January assaulted my face relentlessly as I did my coat up. Plugging in my headphones, I shuddered as an alarmingly loud

Emo is black. Emo is red. Emo is a love of darkness, But always needing some light. Emo is the way you look, But more the way you are. Emo is resisting the world Because you can't stand routine. Emo is loving everyone you know, Even if sometimes you wish they didn't exist. Emo is hurting yourself or your body When deep down you really love them both. Emo is making your own choices, While relying on your friends to make it through. But really, emo is not caring how fucked up you are, Cause there are so many friends just as fucked up as you. Emo isn't hate. Emo is love.

Dear Diary Monday, October 16 Dear Diary, Today I saw an angel.  Well, not really, but you know what I mean.  He's new to California fresh from unassuming Arkansas.  When he walked into my choir class, I though the heavens had opened up and deposited my perfect man right in front of me.  *Sigh* His name is Kris Allen…that's right, Kris with a K.  How adorable is that?  Anyway, here are the details: Kris Allen- Pocket Size         Fluffy Brown Hair         Warm Chocolate Eyes