Are you proud yet?I know you're not proud of me,
The choices I've made,
So why can't you leave me be?
When I'm kissing my girlfriend,
Why can't I just get a boyfriend?
When you send me to my room,
Are you proud?
When my tears drown me,
And I have nothing left to do
But turn to my knife?
Are you proud knowing you're the reason
I find my scars to be so beautiful,
Even though you tell me they're horrid.
Take a look around,
Step out of your generation.
No one else cares anymore,
Who's so disgusted by the fact
That, for once, I'm happy.
Are you proud yet?
Hollow HugsDon't tell me I'm special,
Unless you mean it.
Don't whisper you love me,
Until you can scream it.
Don't make me feel happy,
And then throw me away.
Don't tell me you hate me,
Because I am gay.
Don't call me unnatural,
An abomination of God.
It's your hate, your anger,
You, that is odd.
I like boys,
And I love men,
Because I am gay;
I've always been.
Dear, YouI don't like yelling. I don't like crying as much as I have the last few days, and I don't like thinking that we have to blame one or the other.
We're not even a something, we're drifting away even though we've been distant for ages it feels, I'm sick and you're angry.
I'm depressed and you don't understand why you can't fix me, I'm not broken, dear, just a little cracked.
And I don't know how to help you to help me.
I don't think I want help.
I worried about breathing the wrong kind of breath around you then I stopped and you took it as me not caring anymore.
I try so hard.
You don't think I do.
But I'm trying to fix me and you and us and what we don't have anymore.
I would take it all back if it hadn't been so tattooed in the foundation that started to crumble about 9 months in.
And every 5th I won't know what to say to you now. I don't know.
You showed music that I now love but refuse to listen to because it all hurts too badly.
You're inconsiderate and I'm as stubborn as they