Uncovered

This is for you. This is for the day dreamers and the night workers.

This is for the New Yorkers living by Times Square during New Years.

This is for the teenagers who couldn't focus during class.

This is for the people who thought life would be better with out you.

This is for you.

This is for the girls who go to the bathroom 5 times a day just to make sure every single strand of hair on their head is perfectly placed. 

You look gorgeous.

This is for the young and the damaged.

This is for the one a.m. texts every night with you.

This is for you.

This is for the instagram's, facebook's, tumblr's, & blogs that don't get noticed.

This is for you. The quite girl sitting at the lunch table by herself. 

This is for the people who sit in the commons during school.

This is for the teens who stay home on a Friday night because they know there will be drugs and alcohol at the party.

This is for you.

This is for the people that are scared of their parents.

This is for the underdogs.

This is for the ups and downs you have in every relationship.

This is for you.

This is for the kids who think they can't. 

This is for all the yesterdays and all the today's that are to come.

This is for US. May we forget our differences and just be who we are.

This is for us because we deserve to be heard.

This is for me, because I need it just as much as you do.

This is for me because I deserve to be happy.

This is for you, me, & us, because we deserve to be who we are.

i remember

I remember all the inside jokes we had.

I remember laughing so hard or stomachs were sore for days afterwards.

I remember the innocence i had as a kid.

I remember sitting by my bedroom door listening to your conversations, and yelling, then crying to myself because i was scared.

I remember thinking and hoping that 10(67+12) would be the hardest math ever got.

I remember the ups and downs that came with everything we did together.

I remember those countless texts you sent me me everyday, that turned into just memories of people that were once friends.

I remember the brightness you put in me that could light up an entire room.

I remember when the sunset looked like the most beautiful mushroom cloud.

I remember my first grade crush.

I remember the feelings you gave me when i would see you in the hall and you said hi. I remember the nickname you gave me even though people told you not to call me that.

I remember all the yesterdays like they are today.

I remember you telling me to do something only to do the opposite.

I remember the days where i wished i was 35 with my life all figured out, and the other days i wished i was 5 with my whole life still ahead of me.

I remember the deep conversations we had every night and not wanting them to disappear.

I still remember the times i wish we had together.

Thirteen reasons.

“You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything. . . affects everything.” 


“You can't stop the future
You can't rewind the past
The only way to learn the secret
...is to press play.” 


“Soul Alone by Hannah Baker

I meet your eyes
you don't even see me
You hardly respond
when I whisper
hello
Could be my soul mate
two kindred spirits
Maybe we're not
I guess we'll never
know

My own mother
you carried me in you
Now you see nothing
but what I wear
People ask you
how I'm doing
You smile and nod
don't let it end
there

Put me
underneath God's sky and 
know me
don't just see me with your eyes
Take away
this mask of flesh and bone and
See me
for my soul

alone” 

we are.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                       corrupted                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                lungs                                                                                                                                                  ,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    trying                                                                                                                                                                                                             to                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             figure                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               out                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      why we                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     are                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             how we are                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       .                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

We're all just lost souls, aren't we?

We're all just lost souls, aren't we?

Walking around the halls acting like nothing ever happened the night before. 

That you cried yourself to sleep, didn't eat that entire day, did something you knew you would regret a year or so from now.

We're all just lost souls, aren't we?

2a.m. the only time we aren't afraid to express whats deep inside of us. Thinking that's about the only time people are there to listen. 

We're all just lost souls, aren't we?

As each day goes on we become one day closer to the day our heart stops beating. 

We're all just lost souls, aren't we?

My heart whispers to me, "live as YOU wish, not how OTHERS wish." But as I have realized being myself has only gotten me no where with being found. It has only gotten me lost like a geo cache with only so many people knowing where I am. 

We're all just lost souls, aren't we?

And then sadness hit me like a bullet in the back. I realized that my only friends at 3a.m. were the demons inside my head and the loneliness inside my bed.

In the end we are all lost souls trying to find a way back to something.

if you hadn't told me, i would've thought the stars were nocturnal.

We've stretched our fingertips toward the sky only to tap nails against navy as if it were merely a glass tabletop. and you told me I could reach the stars, but failed to mention I am not physically able to surpass the barrier between a reality that we know, and a reality that only knows itself. so I'll allow my eyes to teach me that the stars are nocturnal, and never discover they are actually insomniacs. and the stars will illuminate a blue and a green, and never know that we are crumbling grey buildings and crimson umbrellas. so guide my hazel eyes to reach for the stars, and they themselves will stay awake dreaming of a two-part color scheme.

Beautiful. Broken. Bandaged.

His name still stings the tip of my tongue.

You cant fix someone who is so beautiful, but so broken with just a bandage.

His name still stings the tip of my tongue.

All those late nights talking about his future, getting his mind off the here and now and focusing on what's to come. Putting out the positive side of things even though you knew he wouldn't look at them that way, but giving it a try anyways.

His name still stings the tip of my tongue.

Remembering all the great times you had together. The date nights, the adventures, the silent but comfortable car rides, the dances, the hugs and kisses, the days where we were so tired we just sat in his bed. The day where he told you he loved you.

His name still stings the tip of my tongue.

Meeting him for the first time and seeing a sliver of his skin noticing the scars all over, and being impressed for his strength so far. Wanting to help him realize the importance of him not hurting himself anymore, but showing him that those scars are scars of strength not weakness.

Now I don't know wether I should be happy or sad for him, cause all i'm feeling is the pain that he left behind.

His name still stings the tip of my tongue, and now he is the most beautiful angel there is.

They looked into the eyes of that photograph

and saw right through them to the backdrop 

of marbleized suede every kid had to.

"Why Mr. Dujkei, it's you!"

Next moment, he was gone.

 After that, silence, again.

Where am I?

That doesn't matter.

Wait!!!

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Sunday, November 17- 

I am alone,

         but i never saw me... NOT like this. 

I smoked another cigar.

I get it from peers or from just thinking

about the possibility of a negative result.

I'm regaining consciousness,

only to figure out that everything has changed.

The key is this: Meet today's problems with today's strength. Don't start tackling tomorrow's problems until tomorrow. You do not have tomorrow's strength yet. You simply have enough for today.

fear of the unknown.

"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest & strongest fear is fear of the unknown."

We all have those fears we don't want anyone to know about.