Treasure As I kissed her on that summer day I felt something in my stomach. A feeling I've never experienced but heard of. Some might call them "butterflies" or othersb might say its just your body releasing chemicals causing you to get nervous, hence why your stomach starts to feel strange. See she was different from the rest, the way her hair fell over her eyes, the way I got to push them aside and see beauty. She was a creature, far from human, which is why in the depths of my heart I keep a place for her where only she has the key to the lock. She was a treasure, should've been put in a treasure chest. And I did, along with my own heart, it only beat for her, anyways.

Will you stay with me Fuck me raw, please I need to feel something, anything Sir, will you bite my lips Bite them till they bleed? Maybe the ugly will flow out of me Will you pull my hair, please Pull it hard while you slap me, please Say mean things to me Because I am ugly Sir, will you kill me slowly? Because I deserve pain, for I am a waste of air, precious oxygen End my suffering, please, please, please

Beautiful face hidden behind a curtain of sad images Over time you are fading just like an old painting Why do you lie to me You are an open book That I can not help but read You are my favourite mystery Almost like a tragic misery You are my flower, My dead sunflower

I am alone. I don't have anybody.

I have come to the point of my #life or shall I say this cruel world that I don't want to live in where I am not content with others nor myself. How can someone truly love me when I don't love myself. I need to find myself, find who I am. But how can I do that when I am surrounded by people who want me to be like this or that and do these certain things and not those. My dreams are to exaggerated and over the top for reality. Who am I? I am sad, sadness has over come whatever good was in me. The good has died in me along with the fact that this world is not meant for me. So why do I feel the need to try and be happy and successful, when in the end what's it all worth? People only remember you for the bad not the good. And with that ill cut a little deeper this time just to take out whatever is left of me.