You turn a blind eye to the world around you
As blood and tears rain from silent captives.
Your ignorance astounds me, you subdue
The natural instinct inside that lives.

You push away the plate of all their pain
And refuse to eat the words of truth, fool.
So tell me, what is it you hope to gain
By living your life as a broken tool.

Nothing you could tell me would justify
The arrogance you show by ignoring.
What would it do and would satisfy,
Or would it leave yourself unraveling?

The next time you hear a captive cry out,
Don’t sit in silence with wonder and doubt.

I'm back from the dead
and let me tell you
it wasn't pretty
wandering aimlessly
among souls lost and broken
where the ground is ashen
the sky is grey
with clouds overcast
but yet it never rains
a desert of bleakness
that not even i could stand
and nobody talks
they all just stare
blank faces
blank pages
opportunities gained
and emotions lost
until all that was left
was the fact that I was back
and I never wanted to go there again
but now I'm stuck
and I can't find the right path

Laughter should be happy
but instead, it's bitter and unwanted
uncared for and unneeded
because who wants laughter when it's fake?

Laughter should be cherished
because you never know when it could end
when something inside you dies
and then who wants a dead man?

Laughter should be protected
because people will try to hurt it
to make it stop so they can feel good
and then their laughter rings out bitterly.

Laughter shouldn't be lonely
it should be spent with a friend
not ignored by staring at a screen
instead of focusing on the laughter of those around you

Laughter should be joyous
but behind a mask are thoughts
and those thoughts lead to doubts
and then that laughter is a disguise for pain

Laughter should be happy
but instead, it's bitter and unwanted
uncared for and unneeded
Because who wants laughter when it's fake?