in the corner she sits
calls but no one looks up
just like a lost toy - replaced
as if she were never really there
into the ground she sinks
maybe she'll return again
when everyone else has left
and someone needs to reach out
and aren't ignorant enough to ignore her
The thought consumes my mind
America would rather remain voiceless
Than fight for humans who have their rights stolen
It all roots from a fear, and ignorance
Of what people don’t know, understand
When the hate gets so strong, some would rather die
Than be who they are
A law is one thing, it can be changed
But it wont change us, we have to change us
There is no difference between my brother and his wife and my sister and her wife
Why does it matter to you, who I am
We are who we are, we are the same
The difference between you and me is you judge me because of what you don’t understand
An empty home, with everyone in it.
Every day I stay upstairs just wanting to go down. But I figure whats the point? If all I get is people staring at me, parents screaming at me.
The lonelyness is too much to handle.
But the one time of day I feel loved and appriciated is when Im talking to her. Reading her messages in the angellic sound of her voice. Wishing I could hear it. Seeing her pictures and wishing she was in my arms again.
That's what makes my day. Makes me smile.
But when she chooses instagram, facebook or even just doing something else while we are in the middle of talking.
It makes me feel.....