What happens when you’re dying, and
you still have tasks that you need to complete? You fight harder to live.
You fight for your friends, your family, your love.
You fight for those who can’t fight for themselves.
You fight for the helpless.
You fight for the joyless.
You fight for those who don’t know how to fight.
You fight for yourself.
How does one fight for oneself?
You carry on, no matter what happens, no matter
what you do.
You must carry on.
Ultimately you die fighting for something too
far out of your reach.
You die searching for the one you love
or doing the things that you enjoy.
You die content, or you die incomplete.

My body is a bird
Too broken to fly
My mind is a fragile leaf
Hanging on ‘til it can’t anymore
You don’t understand
People scream at me
Shout at me
Screech at me
And there’s nothing I can do
People cry for me
They’d die for me
But I can’t do the same.

A
Rain
Drop can
Be a god’s tear
Shed on humanity.
It can be more poetic
Then a saturated sunset.
I’ve always loved the rain.
It trickles down, soaking skin,
Hair, and clothing. It hides our
Secrets, our pain, and our fear.
And we love it for that. But,
There are some who hate
It for the same
reason.

How many times have we waited
Waited and watched
For someone to notice
That the smile we practice
For hours is fake?

How many time have we watched
Our lovers,
Our friends,
Our family
Leave us to the demons in our head?

How many times have we waited
For someone to care
That we’re not there
To laugh and
To smile?

How many hours did we practice
Looking fine,
Looking excited,
In the mirrors that never showed the
Whole picture?

Because they never do.
Pictures and mirrors never show
What’s inside the mind.
If only they did;
Then we’d all be fine.

How many times were we asked
‘Are you alright?’
And how many times did we say
‘Everything’s just fine,’ but,
In reality, we were dying inside?

How many times did
Everyone pretend to care
That the light on the inside
Was hardly
Ever there?
~A.L.W.