Who am I? 

A question well said.

The one who reveals too much of himself.

The one who doesn't like people, but is social.

The one who's afraid of being the outcast.

The one who says the stupidest shit.

The one who annoys you to no end, but you're friends with for some reason.

The one who can't speak to the heart, but can write to the soul.

The one who makes the wrong joke at the wrong time.

The one who doesn't know what it means to love someone.

The one who holds his pillow close, wishing he wasn't alone.

The one looking for love in all the wrong places.

The one who must be the best at everything,

The one who doesn't know when to stop.

The one who listens to the music that doesn't work.

The one who has the wrong obsessions,

The one who holds a single secret.

The one who only pretends to want to die.

The one who thinks feeling nothing is better than something.

The one who looks at you with sadness in his eyes.

The one who can't think of a better way to fill up 200 words than repeating the exact same sentence.

seeing you smile gives me a high i never want to come down from

more than enough to make me want to leave all the drugs behind me

youre the sunrise in the mornings that i dont want to wake up and the silver lining around every storm i have ever experienced

you are light, the most beautiful light, at the end of this tunnel and baby i just want to be in your arms.

Why did something click in my friends' heads' when we got in high school? I can't relate to them anymore. I can't laugh with them anymore.

I just feel like a big stupid log trying to tag along. 

I thought I would maybe have a close friend again when you and I started doing stuff with songs after school. We were going to work together, create something. Perform at the concert. But no, I'm not talented enough to participate in something like that. 

Now it's your song, and her violin. How could I be so stupid as to think that someone would actual appreciate me and want me.

I start writing my own song, you listen to me play what I have. You say you'll help me, I write music, you write lyrics. That was two days ago. I think you already forgot. 

This all confirms why I'm ignored before school, during lunch. None of them care for me anymore.

It's good to know that I'm really not important to anyone. At least now I can stay in my right spot.

A single name

Simply ink on paper

Until you meet them

The name feels right on your tongue

And the sound of it brightens your day

Little did you know

That something that meant nothing to you

Could become everything