Why am I writing as if it’s important
Does typing count as writing
Probably not but that’s not important
What is
Is what next word I’m going to type
Will it be deep
Or simple
Or just a little dull like my recent ones
All depends
Am I a deep
Or a controversial writer
And am I a writer if I type through piece of glass.
To share my thoughts to history and publicity.
For a little encouragement to keep me busy.
As I’m going crazy with my school drama
And rambling of random things
That aren’t important for me to remember as years go by
But bothers me more than a Sunday night

Yeah you took the things we loved
Yeah you got it all
But did those things really matter
Without you at all

Take a step
Either too far forward
Or too far back
Well you could stay in place as well
But who likes that
Maybe it’s  calm and relaxing
But you’re not spinning the wheel
It’s death waiting for it to stop
So stop thinking hard about back then
Or later from now
Just keep going and take a proud look
Around.

I am thankful for a friend.
I wonder if she is happy enough sometimes.
I hear sometimes a little shiver in her laugh.
I see her smile decrease when nothing progress.
I want her to know her pain has caught my eye.
I am not the best person ever
So I decide to help others before their mistakes.
I pretend that I am happy to put a smile on her face.
I feel like she needs a friend to fill the gap in her heart.
I touch her to let her know I’m here.
A little tap to bring her back from gloom.
I am appreciative for her being her.
I understand I should not intrude but
I say she derserves better than me leaving her to rot.
I dream about her being happy instead of me.
I try because I hope my dreams become reality for her I hope.
I can help or she can get help.
I am glad she will forever be part of my heart as time goes by.

Flying down
With a strike
Holding down at pleasant
Starting off big
Coming down to Towers
And already hitting the 10 mark

Agrresivily playing
With a scar in one slot
And a pump in the other
Knocking and eliminating
Lastly dominating the fields

From above
Supplies for you to take
And make a mark on the enemy’s face
20 on the mark
Only 5 more to fight

Attacking instead
Of hiding in a hut
To get trapped and clapped

Now it’s 1 to 1
Only one will win
All depends if you’re aim to trap to win
Or swing with all your might
In the barrel of a scar

Victory royal
But sadly you only
Got 24
Because you weren’t good enough for
A 25 **** streak

Cry,
Something I don’t want to do
I rather have someone else cry
While I hug them
Telling them everything
Is gonna be alright

Sadly I’m the one crying and no one is hugging me
And telling me those words
I want to tell others
I’m just alone in my little bit of mist
So thick to others
But I can see through my ****
So well
I’ve grown used to it
It’s basically a part of me

It’s there
Even if I turn my back on it
Sadly it’s there more than my friends
Sadly it’s there more than my joy
Sadly it’s my sad friend who won’t leave
Unlike my “good” and “loyal” friends
Who said they be there for me at
My darkest moment
Instead they caused that darkness
By leaving me in dark
To rot and fade out of existence

My tears could just be
The refill to your drink
For you can relax
While I fall deeper in the drain

you gave me joy
You do have the right
To take that away
But you didn’t have to take bits of me
As well...

I may cry
But maybe next to whom
Myself and I
Or that someone who catches my eye
Who do I love
Me or the crushing feeling in my heart
Radiating from my chest
Is the sudden release of lust
I can’t stop but express

Halt me but my heart will keep going
Chasing a wind
Without knowing
Where it’s blowing
It may be going down a tragic road
Or a magnificent street
Followed with my lust being complete.

As if, I’m dreaming more than anyone would please
So how about I stop dreaming
And cease my fire of lust
Before it backfired on my trust

Feels like a argument
Between my left
And right brain
One is Lustfull
The other is Intellectual

Fighting each other
To be the one
On top
To persue
There conquest of the conscious

Either ignore or follow my heart
Doesn’t mean one is right or wrong
They are just different routes on the road
We live on