I said to him "look at the stars"
He asked "Which stars?
The ones in your eyes
or the ones in the skies?"

In books I get lost
I buy more no matter the cost
I'm addicted to the feeling
because the thrill is a sort of healing
for me at least
It's exhilarating to discover the next beast
lost in another world
yet still in my chair, body warm and curled.
Parties go unattended
and I hope they don't get offended
that I prefer books
over looks.

Now the art to growing up is not as easy as it seems.
You only grown up when all the universe
and the stars all look upon you and beams.
Of course growing up is not a curse.
You may see the physical change of course you will,
but when you've grown up inside
if you chose to finally master and ****
the hateful side of you then whether you grow up is for you to decide.

I am only a girl.
I may look a pearl,
but I am broken inside.
I've gotten myself into trouble and lied.
I have cut my soft skin.
I have committed much sin.
I have tried my best
to only be given a crest
naming me a failure
You will never know what I had to endure.
I gave myself away.
Fighting for freedom with each given day.
What used to be pure is now broken with no cure.
I know only one way,
to end the pain, but I won't say.
The people who stopped to stare
didn't really care.
So as I write my last words in pen.
I think of what will be my end.

Positivity, Happiness, Equality
That's what people want.

War, Hostility, Destruction
That's what people have.

Hope, Forgiveness, Acceptance
That's what people need.

Bang! Bang! Bang!
He hits the ground with a thud
the children laugh at his grief
They don't know the horrors he has seen
Blood, gun powder and destruction.
Where did the peace of silence go?
When did we start laughing at a warrior
Maybe when they started to-
Bang!