Here I am
Deep within'.
this whole time I had been looking down the wrong end of the tunnel
Looking for the light.
for sometime,
I thought it was  *Humanity  who shed it's red around me.
Verses my mind
and heart, it is a continuous, on going battle for me.
I knew this whole time it was up to me to win.
it wasn't the life around me, it is me.
I'm never giving up this change, I'm giving it a chance.
*And I wasn't ready.

I'm speeding through life and keeps falling on my ****.
My life makes me feel of a miserable slump.
You are a speed bump,
But stop slowing me down.
If I go this fast in quick sand I hope I will drown.
If you want to stop me now
then so slow me down
before I fall into a deep **hell bound.

It was hard that she had fought,
but she was stronger than she thought.
She knew her only job was to*  love herself  *a lot.

My head and heart are a battle ground of love and hate. Sometimes i have to remind myself that my thoughts are just thoughts. I cant turn them off but i can call them useless. They are just the voices i hear and i as my own weapon, I can fire back at them by not listening. That really makes them angry. Got to keep fighting tho, i have to. I'm hoping one day they just disappear.

its a wonder how life fell into place so perfect with it's imperfections. life is a perfect imperfection. you are perfect the way you are. its just that side of you who has a tight grip on you right now, learn to let go and live on. its hard but we will get through it together. we do not have to forget. in fact remembrance is the perfect thing to have. think of the good times to lead you into greater times. we can fix that broken wing and have you flying here soon. it could be a while but it is worth it in the end. a life is so angelic and fragile. it comes with enemies, wars, and madness, sometimes even destruction. that should not stop us from rebuilding the new. for some weird reason, we are here to become strong. I think we are here to be strong because something greater is waiting on the other side. EVERYONE is strong. our thoughts get the best of us sometimes but that is what makes us human. no one ever said life would be easy. all that you can do is grip onto it and never let go. you don't have to feel pain. EXCELCIOR. take all that emotion and turn it into something beautiful. be a guide to someone else. everyone is worth a life here on earth. everyone is worth something special to someone. you make life happen to some people and later on down the road you will eventually meet life again. that is when you get to call this world your home is when you become apart of it. its our jobs to be here.

you are tearing my life apart like a part was missing.
as if I never had a heart.
I was only so smart till my life darted and twisted.
I was once a piece of art
when I didn't need that assistance.
and as it goes,
life tightfisted and listed what a suicide could be.
it drawled out the name and I had saw that it was me,
and I was on my hands and knees yelling and begging that it please not me.
"NOT ME PLEASE!"
that's when my life was gone and I could no longer see.
sometimes that's just how cold blooded life can be and to me I wont wake up tomorrow to see what another day could bring.
'cause I've had it with life and all these insecurities.

Life does not have the answers.
You are the answer.
Accept it
&
Stop questioning life's ways when
life doesn't ask you questions.

Sometimes,
somewhere in my mind it scratches through the surface.
It eats me alive inside. So how is it that*  I am  still apart of this life.
In mine,  Corruption
in my criminal mind leaves me  NOT  fine.
Chosen  to keep moving closer to my heart that can still be defined.
Inclined and unaligned through my spine,  I see the  story through my eyes and it pulls me behind.
My  world  is unkind.
As  for this life
I used to fight,
and for I  never  shined.
So It's  FINE?
No, here I wine about the life of my  **corrupted minds.

"Poisonous" -kaitlyn warnken

I live in a grey and white world were i dont always get to see the sun, so I was in The flower garden.
In the garden, I noticed a flower from the distance that was full of color that I couldve never see before. A color your reality would call pink.
Oh how it was a poisonis flower, but to me this flower was beautiful.
I wanted to take it home all for myself. It showed me things i could never see before. I wanted to watch this flower grow. I needed colors and I learned that day that my love for pink was strong which soon became my only and favorite color. I like all flowers, but only I could see the pink in this flower. to the sky I wish all flowers could be pink, but in a world grey and white.. One was a miracle.
Oh how I loved this flower.
But Momma always told me not to pick the pretty flowers... Because They would die...
And daddy always told me to stay away from poisonis things becausw I would get hurt...
But in my world grey and white, I didn't want to leave the only thing that could bring color into my life, the only color I could see. So I sheltered the flower... And ate their leaves the leaves the flower gave to me.
Oh what a poisonis flower...
...Oh what a poisonis flower...

'I think I'm awake now. Ive never seen a place like this before were Everythings colorful.
Why am i grey?
Am i going insane?
Where is my flower?
Where is my flower?
Where is my flower...?

I didn't understand what was going on.
This flower gave me color and I just wanted to have my flower back.. I Dropped to my knees and cried in the green grass and asked the sky with a tear in my eye..

"How could somewhere so beautiful feel so ugly without my flower?..."

Im so grey. It didn't matter if the world saw color anymore... In my eyes it didnt matter anymore.
Nothing mattered anymore. My life faded black and I just wanted to wake up.
I felt like i was dreaming.'

I could feel the poison leaving my body and by this point I woke up.
When I opened my blood shot red eyes and lifted my sore body... I could see my flower.
I looked at myself and I was full of color!
I was pink! Just like my flower!.
I thaught, 'Oh what a poisonis flower

Thoughts will knock on the walls of my skull
in my mind divine, twisted, and dull.
They would tell me that I'm nothing, over and above that I'm useless is what it would call.
I would try to feel tall
but they would knock me down to make me feel so small.
I'd have had enough and began to fall, to were i felt
I didn't need a life at all.