My Mind

 My name is pronouced H-anna  people pronouce it anna, Ha-nna, Hannie(when i waz lil, ppl wanted to call me that), my god ppl,  not that hard they spell it wrong too....Hannah ppl TWO 'h's !  not Hanna!  jeez

 i have several...

1. try to live without regrets
2. keep school my top priority
3.finsh a story before i start a new one

I write about how i feel it usually comes out in poems or songs.  I listen to screamo and metal that also influences my writings

I've been called

 a bitch and a lover

A liar and a friend

a   sister and a freak

a lover and a tease

a fool and a monster

a giant and goth undercover

ive been called perfect way to much

and wise when im simply a fool

but none of this

makes me right again

nothing makes me pure

cuz my heart is broken

and on the floor

and simply put

im not perfect anymore 

 "Here's to the kids. The kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke & Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. Here's to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. Here's to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. Here's to the kids who never were too good at life, but still were wicked cool. Here's to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV... and blame MTV for ruining their life. Here's to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. Here's to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. Here's to the kids who hum "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me" when they're stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. Here's to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn't even know they existed. Here's to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower & didn't feel so alone after doing so. Here's to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friend(s). Here's to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don't care. Here's to the kids who speak their mind. Here's to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. Here's to the kids who second-guess themselves on everything they do. Here's to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that. Here's to the kids."

Pete Wentz 

My Drug

I wonder why you care.
Why you want me.
Why you're here.

I wonder if you're crazy,
Why you stand me,
Why you trust me.

I know I don't deserve you,
I could never be enough.
But is it so selfish,
to want you to stay?

You tell me you love me,
I've yet to figure out why.

You tell me I kept you sane,
You win, you kept me alive.

Your song says it best

"Love doesn't need a rhyme or a reason to be,"
"This is the story of Autumn and me."


The end is a quote from the song "Autumn and Me" by Saving Jane, In other words, I don't own the last two lines nor do I get money from putting it in my poem

If i had a choice

you'd be the one with the bullet in your head

not him laying on the ground

his eyes cold and lifeless

his blood around him like

crimson water of a pond

How can you

live with the fact

that you caused

his beautiful death

His beautiful pale face

covered in his crimson blood

why isnt that u

lying on the floor

why isnt that u

gone from my life

cuz u gone

would make

my life so much simpiliar

if you weren't in the way

of me and him

He lays

so beautiful 

in his crimson blood

that stains 

his pale face

his blood

matches his hair

so perfectly

why aren't you crying

like the rest of us?