Suicide doesn’t end depression
It just passes it to someone else

Life is a adventure
You will never know what happens or what will come out of it
It’s full of twist and turns
Good and bad
But at the end it all leads to one thing or another

I sit here and listen
Listen to them argue
Listen to them complain
And I listen and hide my pain,
Why?
Why must you argue?
You argue as to why I have to stay
Do you not enjoy my company ?
I’m told constantly to quite down, and behave.
I try and I try,
But I’m so full of all this rage and pain.
It hurts, but you constantly remind me that we’re all in pain, and that I’m “okay”
But hey I have food, water, clothes and a house
I have no reason to complain, or at least that’s what you say.

At age 6 she wanted to be a princess
At age 8 she wanted to be a veterinarian
At age 11 she wanted to beautiful
At age 13 she wanted to feel loved
But at age 15 she wanted to be dead
Rest In Peace
Arima galduak

Often people judge a book without even reading the first page
They look at the cover and judge it by its appearance
The most desired ones are the brand new books the ones In perfect condition, not one bent page.      
then there’s the battered book,  used so many times that’s it’s falling apart and after a while they are just thrown away, titled damaged and unfixable.  
but then someone finds its and after some love and time it looked almost brand new, yes there are still some creases,  for the past can never be fully erased, but other than that it appeared new
And you see  
I’m not really talking about books I’m talking about humans
Yes you’ll never be able to truly erase the past
But with some love
Someone who was once broken and said of no use
Can become someone new

I always loved reading ,tho my preference always changed,
In a book every chapter, every page, every verse, is disparate
We all have that one page,
The one that makes us laugh or cry
The one you can spend a day examining and and memorizing every little word wether it be a trouble free word or a bewildering word,
And you can’t, turn the next page, but you must,
You hope it’s the same as the other, but it’s not
You hope it’s about them living happily ever after, or that the dog made it home,
Only to find out that it didn’t …
And you can’t go back.

We all deserve a chance
So I will stand here
With a fighting stance
And fight for those who don’t have one chance.

I wonder and hallucinate
I am not content with the unknown
I dwell on the past even if it brings me great sorrow
But it also brings me some satisfaction,
“Why”?
Well I’ve already seen the past, it is no longer in the hands of someone else
My greatest  fear is the unknown, and I know I’m not alone

I wonder and hallucinate
I am not content with the unknown
I tend to dwell on the past even if it brings me great sorrow
But it also in some way gives me satisfaction for the past is the past and it is not a secret
The unknown truly is my greatest fear as well as others.

F is for faking a smile
I is for so many insecurities
N is for never happy
E is for everything hurt

Is it just me?
Is it just me or do you also feel that after a while of feeling so much pain you become numb?
Is it just me or are you too only capable to feel sadness and nothing else?                                  
is it just me or is every smile faked?            
is it just me that feels like I’m not living, but just slowly dying? 
 is it just me that notices that no one even cares to notice the ones who silently cry out for help?
Or is it just me, am I the problem

It’s funny how you only think of me when you need money,                                            it’s funny how you think I’m some dummy, it’s funny that I’m worse everyday                                 It’s funny how you make me put on a play and act okay                                                   yeah and it’s funny how I have no say, but hey like you say “it’s funny that I’m not okay”

We shared so many magical moments
So many memories
We went thru thick and thin
We cried, laughed, and loved
Yet we are so far apart
I still wonder do you ever think of me
Do you still have love for me?
Do you remember me?
Or am I just a blurry dream
Too painful to remember
You hurt me and I hurt you
I sometime wake up and hope it’s just a dream and that you still  love me
But then I’m hit with reality and just like that your gone

it’s too late
I’m full of hate
the lies trickle down my tongue
Just like honey
Bitter not sweet
Sticky like the blood
Icky like ink
Fueling my rage as I turn the page
My list of hate,

Dear J, TT
You were my ocean
You were lovely, mysterious, but also dangerous,
you hurt many, but not me.  
instead of sinking I floated, you holding me up.
Sometimes I wonder where would we be now?
I know you hurt many and that’s why I had to let you go.
God brings people into our lives for many reasons,
Where you the right person at the wrong time?
or where you just a lesson?
I feel so confused, did you actually care for me or was I just another game?
I knew you where bad even for me, but my stupid self just couldn’t stay away,
I knew you had a past as does everyone else, yours worse that others.
But still why does some part of me wonder about you?
I don’t know my feelings for you are they good, bad?
Those couple of months I started feeling beautiful and loved. I thought it was because my life was getting better, but now that I think about it, was it you?
I know I shouldn’t  feel this way for you,
You where no good but I can’t help it.
I will never know the answers to these questions for they are to be hidden and locked up where no prying eyes will see, o how I wished this was just a dream.
Love,
Ydiye

No in the Webster Dictionary is described as
:An act or instance refusing or denying by the use of the word no,
What they fail to mention is that it’s so dam hard to say, and even harder for some to understand  
Yes, no, maybe so?
Well no, I mean I want to, you know what yes.
No thank you, no I don't want too, not I'm not comfortable, no not interested, no please leave me alone

People say they love God but you can love the creator but hate his creation
God is about love and joy not hate and anger
In a couple of years these event will be memories but only stories to our children until similar events happen again because lord knows things do not change that quick
But we must never forget that we can change the world I hope that one day we Gen Z can help our world for the better yes we may have made some mistakes here and there but we are human we make mistakes

Ever since we were at the age where we can actually understand, we never thought  that anything like this would happen. the only time we heard about it was in our history books..
It’s funny how only a few years can change a child’s innocence, back then all we had to worry about was getting good grade, all we ever wondered about was if Santa was coming, and all we fought about was not being able to go to the park.
But now we constantly worry if we are going to make it thru the next day, all we wonder about is if our world will continue to change, and what we fight against is for equality and basic human rights
We have to fight to make a change
If we don’t our world will never survive .
in our world full of hate all we do is discriminate..
People say all the time
“I wish we had more people like that”.
“I wish this would people would change”, but instead of wishing be the change be the Person you wish was in our world

To many a penny doesn’t hold much value, they simply look at it and  think that it’s worthless
“It’s just a penny” many say,  
But to some it’s not
you see a penny could mean  a hot coffee on a chilly night
A bus ride home
Somewhere to stay for the night
Or some new clothes
You see to someone who has everything  a penny might not have a lot of value, but just because it’s worthless to you doesn’t make it worthless  to someone else
I would rather have a penny than an empty pocket

Please sir don’t hang up the phone
you don’t know what its like at home
the bruising
the burning
I’m hurting
he left all these scars he left me alone nowhere to go no place to call home.

I’m not a princess, I don’t need a knight in shining armor to save me from a dragon or wake me up with a so called true loves kiss. I’m not a damsel is distress looking for some man to save me.  you may be wondering “if I’m not a princess then what am I” well there’s one word to describe me and that is a queen.

“I like smiling in the rain” I say
“Why?” asked the sunny day
“ No one can see my pain”
I say as I sit and smile, my pain dripping off me disguised as this beautifully deadly rain.

“I like smiling in the rain”I say
“Why?” said the sunny day
“No one can see my pain” I say as I smile and let my tears be disguised as rain on this wretched day

All we ever do in this world full of hate is     discriminate...                                     
 Age, ***, race everything and anything.  but why                                
  I don’t understand
there’s already so much hate yet we just add more.          
    stop the hate it’s not to late

The sunset is similar to a individual every sunset is different yet still so beautiful and unique as the next one,
the sunset means a new memory made, a new life created and a old life no longer there only it’s memories.

Whose heart is that? I think I know.
It’s owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown. I cry hello.

She gives her heart a shake.
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The heart is aching, broken and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with ducts that weep.

She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head.
She idolizes being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.

I see a lot of people say maybe someday.     
 I hear a lot of people say "o I wish things would change"
  I see a lot of  people say "I wish there were more people like that today"
But this is what I have to say  
Be the change you want today

They will be memories to us but only stores to them
Rest In Peace to all the fallen

At age 6 he wanted to be a superhero
At age 8 he wanted to be a constructor
At age 12 he wanted to be A football player
At age 14 he wanted to be well liked
But sadly at age 16
He didn’t make it
Rest In Peace
Anime smarriti

He gives his head a shake
And yells I’ve made a big mistake
But now it’s too late

he has a promise to keep. 
Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps,  
Revenge is a promise he will keep.

He rises from his cursed bed
With thoughts of violence in his head
A flash of rage and he sees red
Without a pause I turned a fled.

They wish things would change
This is what I have to say
You wish for it from afar
Yet you never travel far
What you wish for isn’t easy
Wishes aren’t granted so easy
If you want it for a day
Then be ready to pay
Nothing is ever free
Nothing is ever guaranteed

Almost, a word with so much meaning,
Oxford describes is as,
not quite; very nearly.
It might not mean much, depending  on how you say it.
I’m almost there! 5 more minutes!
I’m almost done with my work,  
But it can also be
I almost passed
They almost won
They almost survived
We were almost lovers.

One word can change everything, a yes, a no, a I love, a I hate.
Words are the strongest thing, yet we throw them around as if they are a feather and we are the wind.