'I am the one that stands in the balcony but somehow always ends up lying on the floor'. My personality overlooks the world but my actions reflect who I am inside. Sometimes I wish I had the cool friends in town.Sometimes I wish I were my own friend.Sometimes I wish I were there, and no matter how hard I try, it leaves me where I be. The one person that wishes they were me finds themselves knowing that I only wished to be them.And through all the gossip,rumors,and drama I'm none other but myself.i try hard to understand life. My 16 years has'nt led me far but i still know whats right from wrong. It almost seems as if im looking through a mirrored glass. I can see and watch people but they dont see me. I go about the situations in life differently from others and i now regret that i do. Im the most odd boy you'll ever meet, but thats what makes me, me. I have my own thoughts, feelings, and control my own actions. I make my own desicions, go around things my own way, and run my own life. I love the everyday activities that carries out the erronds of life. I love certain things in life and certain things love me. That is why some can only see-the mirrored glass i speak of. this is only the reflection of my life acting upon others.Ti am none other than myself. Accept others into your life cause people tend to wish that they had. I go about life on a regular basis, and check on the people who dont. The actors in my life are me, therefor no one else can control it. 'I am the one that stands in the balcony but somehow always ends up lying on the floor'





Small, simple, safe price. Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals. And I am not afraid to die, i'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight. I want the pain of payment. What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts. Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid. To fill, and spill over and under my thoughts. My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter. I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart. cause love is not like anything, especially a fucking knife. transfer the date thoughout, dont fake. Being is love, and loving is here to take.