Eyes on Fire

Falling hearts in worthless spaces
Broken tears on unwanted faces
Car crash dreams and fiery phrases
Act before I think
My lies are an art
I sure know how to make everything seem sexy
Go on, talk, I just won't listen

Close your eyes we're meant to sleep
You're the only thing that's "too good for me"
Nothing can stop us in my pointless dreams
Let's welcome the terrors with joyful screams

Horrible rings and beautiful stings
I can't let it get to my head
I just can't let it get to my head
That you could leave me for something so fucked now
That you are so pointless now

Close your eyes we're meant to sleep
You're the only think that's "too good for me"
Nothing can stop us in my pointless dreams
Let's welcome the terrors with joyful screams

Forget the world there's nothing there except some pretty faces
I'm not waiting for you and I hope it shows
And in case you didn't know
I was the only one who understood
Of course I fucking would
But in the end we are both the same
Now I hope this makes you SCREAM

Hero

Did you know you used to be my hero? I always looked up to you. I wanted to be just like you. You were loving, selfless, caring, and fun. But now you're different. Now you blame me for everything that happens and its like I'm fucking invisable. Well newsflash, most of the time its YOUR OWN fault. It has nothing to do with me. And everything you told me was a lie. You haven't kept one single promise to me. Sometimes, I think I might actually hate you. In a couple of years I am going to leave this place, and guess what... I'm not coming back for anything or anyone. You can't say you didn't see that coming. Or maybe you can since you don't pay attention to me now anyways.

Terrible.

Okay so I'm on my way back to McKinney. When we were in Salado we stopped at a DQ and A. My phone fell out of the car and it was absolutley POURING and landed in a puddle and then B. The stupid umbrella bit me! My finger still hurts like you wouldn't believe and has punture wounds. However, my phone is all good so I guess its okay on that front. 

To be loved.

Light cascades through the window and for today I am yours. 
It is, I believe a contradiction of life.
We both know it can't stay this way for more than a minute,much less forever.
In this current state of mind, nothing feels the same.
I feel that if you do not leave your mark on the world, you will be forgotten.
I will not be forgotten.
The choice, however, is yours.
Who will you be?
Just for a little insight, it is not a choice between "good" or "bad, for we are all "bad" at somepoint in time. No, this is between the weak and the strong. 
Crying is not an aspect that classifys you, nor is innocence. No, it is more of what you do and who you are. 
I will be strong, and surround myself with the strong at all costs for it is what has to be in this game called life.
If I could leave you with one thing it could not be a glossy page of a frozen once upon a time. 
No, it would be small and unique. Foldable and could be held close to your heart in more ways than one. It would change you, and touch the world.
The simplest words.