You begin your day as if its a ritual
Start with a perfect high
Stringing yourself like a puppet on ****
Go to work at 4 in the morning
You say you feel like she's not attracted to you
You're my brother
The man I've looked up to for the longest
Tattoos and piercings
Killer style I wish I had
Walk into rooms and already the party starts
You taught me the basics of life
You call yourself a man
Yet what happens when you get home
She's mad because you're talking to other girls
Fight breaks out because you feel your in the right
Holes start punching themselves in the walls
Just from the loudness of your voice
Doors ripped off the hinges
Bite marks and bruises
Plaster her harm and legs
Baseball bats raised as threats
I wish you knew how much I hate it
When you call yourself a man
When you're acting like a *****
Raising your hand to her
You called me and said blood was thicker than water
Yet every time you get violent
Your blood is thinner than the water I drink
Tylenol 8 at a time
Ibuprofen 3 by 3
**** one dose at a time
Just enough to make you sensible to the fact
You're losing your family
You call yourself a man
Yet look at yourself
I just wish I could pick you up
Pull you out from the abyss you crawled in
By our motto has always been
You get yourself in you pull yourself out
No help needed
No hands outstretched
Even if they are we high 5 them and say I got this
You taught me this
You taught me Ollie's and kick flips
You taught me how to fix bikes
Ramp them till the chain popped
Yet now looking ahead
I known I'm more of a man than you
You told me to shave because I haven't earned it
Yet you my brother need to shave
Perhaps a wax would do
Just because we all know now
Your less than the man you claim to be

L** is for the way you laugh
I is for your outstanding intelligent
L is for the way you Love people
Y is for being you
T is for being terrified and not caring who knows
H is for heroism because your alive today and still brave through the haters.

I cry quietly
I do so silently
I hardly ever do so anymore
I don't even know who to cry for
I am tired and my strength is faded
for holding all these tears in like spades
I hate what the world has done
How it has fun
People love my tears and pain
And I cannot shed them without negative gain
Can I cry at home
Or in the sea of foam?
No, I can not cry
Nor can I fly
But I do try
So here I sit
not so fit
And for the first time in years
I can finally shed my tears

When we die we see a light
Is it truly bright?
What of we put up a fight?
I truly have no sight!
I fear for death to come
yet I care not where it's from.
Whom shall I talk to at night
When everyone has blown out my small light
No one speaks a word
Nor do they care as long as there's a ford
Who cares if one dies?
Or even if one should lie?
No one is pure nor they light
Even if there not bright!
We put up not a single fight
When our humanity is in sight.
So here we lay our heads down low
And lose our angelic **glow