...Perhaps I'm alway fighting, because it's the only way it shows me that there are people who cares for me....

This Moment when you burst out crying all alone, don't really know why, and realize no one truly knows how you feel... And it's good because you don't want them to know

Maybe the hardest thing is, that you know, it will never be like it was before, and you also know, that the reason why all this happens is you, but you can't change anything.

Go on alone
Because I won't follow
This isn't giving up, no, this is letting go

-rise against-

You can't say that everything's now over, because you wont give up for what you were fighting for. It wouldn't be fair.

And the others wont know how you feel and she wont see it too, because you don't want any of them to see how you feel, and you act perfectly, and you really now they wont see a feeling of you, because you were acting so long that sometimes you forget you're acting, and that's good.

You know, I fake it oh so well,
That God himself can’t tell.
What I mean and why my words are,
Less than parallel,
With my feet.
You ask me what I need.
And all I really need,
Is to breathe.

-he is we-

Perhaps a mask is not the best thing, but better than staying all alone. If your mask make your life better, keep it, but if it doesnt, throw it away. Sometimes is good to have a mask, and if your life is better then your happier and soon your mask wont be a mask it'll be yourself.

But maybe befor you say everything you want to say, wait one moment, look into your heart, remember the past and all the shit you get through... and maybe you'll realize that it isn't this bad as you think it is.

 "Sometimes the best thing that you can do is not think. not wonder. not imagine. not obsess. Just breathe. and have faith that everything will work out for the best"

-unknown-

You wake up every morning looking for your answer,
You’re waiting for your sign
While Jeremiah’s on his way to tell the people
But you watch him pass you by.

You walk the streets at night still looking for your reason
But you don’t want to try
You swear the world has got you backed into a corner
But no one holds your hand to walk into a fight.

 

You swear the light is gonna find you
But it can’t find you if you’re waiting all the time.

You say, ‘keep my head from going down’
Just for a little, just for a little
Watch my feet float off the ground
Just for a little, just for a little
A little love if you can hear this sound
Oh just give me something
Something to believe in.

-Parachute-

 Slipped away

"Who are you?" he screamed. "You know who I am!" she looked in his face, crying, searching for help. "You know me better than I do myself." she whispered.

"Do I really know you?" he whispered, sadly. "Words can lie. Humands can lie." A tear runed down his face. "You lied." She wanted to say something, she was searching for words. "No, it wasn't... it was diffrent. I promise you, I never lied. I..." He turned around. "I gave you my Heart, my Life. A Life in Peace and in truth." she didn't said anything. "I gave it the wrong person."

Poem from The Perks Of Being A Wallflower

A poem from The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it "chops"
because that was the name of his dog
and thats what it was all about
his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts.
that was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus
and his little sister was born
with tiny nails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed alot
and the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it

once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
and that's what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kithcen door
beause of the new paint
and the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometime they would burn holes
that was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see santa claus
and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed alot
and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it

once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
and he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
and thats what it was all about
and his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
that was the year Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of the Apostles's Creed went
and he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
and the girl around the corner
wore too much make up
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
becuase it was the thing to do
and at 3 am he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

that's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
and he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
because that's what it was really all about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didnt think
he could reach the kitchen---- 

When i read this poem in this book I cried even if I'm normally reading poems like this everyday. But it means so much to me.  Maybe it's gonna make you feel similar.

Gravity don't mean too much to me

I'm who I've got to be

These Pigs are after me, after you

Run away, like it was yesterday

And we could run away

if we could run away,

run away from here

You got a hollow point smile

Me and your runaway scars,

Got a photograph dream on the getaway mile

 

Le'ts blow a hole in this town

And do our talking with a laser beam

Gunning out of this place

In a bullet's embrace

Then we'll do it again

Gravity don't mean too much to me

I'm who I've got to be

These Pigs are after me, after you

Casper

LEBEN

Wir Leben in einer Welt voller Leistungsdruck. Statt individueller Kreativität, heisst es, bloss nicht von der Norm abweichen! Denn wer anders ist, der ist komisch. Es geht nur noch darum, seinen Gegenüber zu übertrumpfen und alle wollen besser sein als der andere. Doch darf ich mich hier fragen, wieso?  Geht es denn nicht darum, unsere eigenen Ziele zu erreichen, uns selbst zu gefallen, mit uns selbst zufrieden zu sein? Können wir uns nicht einfach wieder freuen, wenn andere ihr Ziel erreicht haben, anstatt immer eifersüchtig zu werden? Ich möchte eine Welt ohne diese kranke Gesellschaft, an die wir uns bereits gewöhnt haben. Ich möchte eine Welt in der Frieden und Liebe, vor Erfolg, Macht und Geld steht.