Being popular.

Being known.

Being liked.

Being accepted.

When you’re popular life is great.

You have so many friends and trendy clothes.

And best of all everyone accepts you.

But when they accept you,

They don’t accept you as you.

They accept the person you created.

The person you changed yourself into.

You changed everything that made you.

Everything all your true friends loved.

The people who truly care are now gone.

They don’t understand how you can just change.

How you can just stop being their friend.

They wonder why you weren’t happy with them.

Why you had to get new friends that don’t care like they do.

But now they don’t care anymore.

You left them for a group of people.

People that don’t actually like you.

This group of people who feed on the fear of others.

They have nothing better to do with their life.

Seeking the weak and vulnerable.

Making them change, only to be disappointed.

You realize they were just playing a game.

Just messing with your mind and life.

Ruining everything.

But your true friends see what they’ve done.

They take you back with one condition.

Don’t make the mistake of changing.

Changing to please someone else.

Your love was like a second degree burn.

Just enough to melt away my flesh.

Just enough to leave a scar.

I had always been addicted to playing with fire, but I had never felt a flame like you.

You warmed me in the winter

But spring came

And you were afraid I wouldn't need you anymore.

So you took me apart

Keeping only the ashes of my heart.

You hurt like hell

And now all I have left are these scars to remind me that I am not a pyromaniac,

I am nothing at all.

-AshleyAnne

i am noise.

ugly, loud-

one of those city streets

that kills you.

i amount to nothing.

i am not worth my weight in gold.

hell, i am not even worth

a penny.

i am jelly knees

and cosmic debris-

so close to being something,

but still nothing.

i'm a fucking waste-

of space,

of time.

don't waste your breath-

just take mine.