I can't anymore
unable to find the reasons why
Tear drops mark my eyes
It's the common demon I have inside
That keeps me going on this treadmill
not only does it hurts
but it kills
not only does it strangles
but makes me ill

I'm stuck in the dark
Trying to get back to the start
My heart has been black for some time now
Cold and dark as my mind
And I can only wonder why?
Just Why,
So cruel...

I was once an angel
but now Satan at its worst
This curse I face,
Makes my life feel like its going in reverse
Till there's no more of me
Life has become my worst enemy

If I could write one poem
fit all the emotions in
Then would everybody be perfectly fine
And not considered themselves a sin

Would life be much easier,
Time wouldn't be spent crying,
We wouldn't lie to ourselves,
because we'd be able to face reality
Without dying

If there was only one path,
instead of two
Would we be going the right way?
Would we need to pray?
that this wouldn't be a endless path?
that the path would stop,
Yet
What if exhaustion we were caught up in?
Would we died before the path ends?
And the path we were trying to walk on,
Would others be following,
behind the foot steps of you?
- Just a question

From a young age we are told
"we are all the same."
For if your not,
they look down in shame
As if we are all different copy's of the same old books
For your looks is considered weird,
And unwanted
till this day you are always taunted

If there was a way; we say,
I would have wanted to be the same
For my red hair and freckles
Have me named "Red flame"
And It seems as if I'm the one to blame
For I am all alone,
just because I have an identity if my own?

I ask myself, why do they pick?
throw sticks and bricks,
For their quick to be the judger,
But they lack to discover
that if we're all a book,
Why don't people give the story a look?
For if we tried Getting to know each other
we just might grow fond of one another
And might decide,
That we like the persons inside
For we would all stand side by side
worldwide

Love To Hate
A piercing scream
Only I can hear
The sound of a suicide attempt within my hemisphere
Windows abroad
Clawing my skin to the screams of why so serious?

Withholding aggression -
having a glass within reach
I cannot get more excitement out of the thought of throwing it at the ground of someone's feet

A single tear for the 1sec I willfully give
Pale white Feet Clashing against a white window sill
Only the depth of the world's finest pavement cracked within the ripples of my skin
Only then will this be real

Preaching to the already dead
Of how the sun rose once
The next day she never came into work
******* the very breath out of everyone's lungs

Single tears never falls
once fallen
Gripping onto nothing but the thoughts of concrete
"Why do you hate your life,
Mental health professionals ask?"

On the solid embankment of her head
lies a stretched out wire hanger
For her thoughts individually hung
The young girl who is 40 going on 13
Looks like a goddess,
Although slower than a turtle
Slurs out "I only love to hate you*..."

Used and abused
Mistreated, and confused
We stand out in the blistering cold
but nobody cares, because we're consider street poles
Ours souls are young, and we just want to be let free
Did you know we're often taken over seas
Most of us are mistaken for ******,
Because we stand at your local corner stores

Miserable and alone for we are empty souls
We our taken for money
As I am now considered to be your honey...

You don't understand that we are slaves,
and this is how we're forced to behave
If there would have been a way,
I would have gotten out
Would have had a life where I didn't have to lookout
it's to late now,
To even escape
To late to reshape the life of a beautiful girl,
Who was taken for ***, drugs and everything *******
For I am dying of a vicious disease and more

I dream about a girl every night,
My visions just so happen to come to light
I know that she will soon be seen in sight,
But for now, I can only kiss this girl in my dreams

And I can easily say love is a stream
It seems to know its path,
and I know ours;
it's written in the stars,
Under the pale moon light
I can say our future,
and it never seemed so bight
Our future flys high,
Such as a kite
We always make sure it's in sight,
But really if we let go of the handle;
It would fly all night.