When I Need ThemI have learned to quietly do as i'm told,
Not to argue or joke,
It seems wrong when i'm sad,
Because it's when i should be mad,
I crumble so easily,
It barely takes anything,
I reach out only to see,
Everyone walk away from me,
The ones i really want to talk to,
Seem to not care when i need to,
It hurts when they ignore me,
It's like they only like me when i'm acting silly,
I wish they would talk to me,
And even when they do i feel guilty,
I feel so guilty dumping all my problems on someone else,
I don't want anyone to worry about me,
I just want them to care,
I know how hard that is,
I know it's hard to be there.
Especially for me,
I over react,
I may everything seem like a tragedy,
I can't help but wonder how they tolerate me.
sick of meI'll go off somewhere else,
When where i am turns to hell,
I go to where my friends are and ask for help,
Turns out they don't care either.
I feel ignored by them too,
I'm so foolish to expect them to care right now,
I just got so used to it before,
But now it's like they are all sick of me.
ArtMy pencil is broken,
I ran out of paper,
My mind isn't working right,
I need to write or draw,
I need to get the ideas on paper,
Out of my head,
I can't concentrate till i do.
I write to keep sane,
I draw to stay calm,
Art is part of who i am,
I need art so i can hold on.
Don't you dare say it's pointless,
It saves lives and brings joy,
It's beautiful and wonderful and always perfect,
All art has meaning.
All art is important.