Women get support and complement from both men and other women but we guys don't get nothing.
For every men working one, two or even three jobs, supporting their families, feeding mouths, taking care of one or more people, exhausting themselves, get no sleep, studying their *** off, who got lock up, that struggle to work, struggle to get hired, that have mental or physical disabilities,grinding any way possible, if you got a girl, if you don't got a girl, if they're gay, if you do or don't got someone in your life. It doesn't matter. I support you. You look good doing the thing you do best. If people say ugly, stupid, don't like your skin color, or reject you for something dumb, **** those people cause your not and they have nothing on.

What I listen to is not for everyone.
The sound that come from these earphone or speakers are loud and unpleasant.
What's playing depend on your mood or it may change your mood.
Painfully loud your ears will ring and bleed just a little bit.
The music is my only company.
A room dark is my only friend.
And the vibration of a melancholic song is my only drug.
My only recreation.

Just want to let you know.
You will suffer from depression.
You can't always be happy.
Life can balance or unbalance you out.
The first time will be hard.
It will drain you, it will put you into dark places, you will lose faith and wonder if you'll return to normal.
Count it as a phase once it evanesce.
If your anything like me it will come back and this one will be the worst.
It will do things to you and make you do thing to yourself.
You may shed tears or blood.
You may lose your love or life.
You will disconnect and lose your mind.
The best thing you can do is suffer through It.
Yes you will be alone, people say they care but they don't.
They'll never understand your burdens and what drove you to this state.
Just pray 'til it thoroughly goes away.
Fake being happy and smile until it becomes genuine again.
The light is out but the belief in you isn't.
It will be frequent in your memories but no worries tell yourself it's over with.
Just remember it's part of life, part of you, then you'll truly realize what happiness really is.

Always waiting for the sun to rise.
Constantly waiting to know what the night have in store for me.
Only at night the days become wicked.
When it's dark out they start to haunt.
A blank paper on the table, a pen somewhere near by, and open bottles to help convince myself.
The day is always promise.
The night is full of uncertainty.
My thoughts are unstable and my soul wants to escape.
My hands wants to write another poetry to express my deepest desire.
If I fail again, in the future I may have to spin the revolver around.
Or my friend who's only warm to me when she's in use.
But right now the sun is coming up and this sad night is finally over.
I have to live another day.

Share your time
Share your words
Share your animosity
Share all that hurts
Share your thoughts
The darkest parts
Share what make you cold
Share what make you hollow
Share what keeps you up at night
Share your demons
But keep your angels
Share everything that prevents you
And take what you need from me
To make you strong

You are an awesome person.
You came a long way you face a lot of obstacle.
The people you love and hate have mold you to this person that you never thought you'll ever become.

The hurtful words they use that suppose to cut and rip you apart have instead shape you into a goddess of beauty, intelligence, maternity, and consideration.

Don't ever discontinue your way don't ever let that one person rob you of who you are.
You strength will be put to the test, your intelligence and integrity will always be tried.

Acknowledge who you are, remember how far you come.
Make sure the love you receive is reciprocate by 2 fold, even to those who are unfamiliar.

Night like this I'm sitting at the table writing again
Slowly drinking but not yet drunk
This the only time I'm not fun to be around
The only time I'm not laughing or smiling while alcohol in my system
All I write are thing that a little dark or depressing
I've even wrote one were I compare myself to the moon
I was introduce to so much in a young age
I have some happy moments but not enough to counteract the negativity
Writing is the best way we all can express ourself
It's the least dangerous way I can alleviate myself
Hopefully for the ones they call broken writing can help fix themself

I would like to be among the white clouds as it snow.
Just float above the earth and it's people.
If someone can deal me some wings
maybe two pair so I can keep up.
Or move faster than the birds or the angels.
Being this high can be scary until you become experience.
Their always that fear of falling then its gone when you get use to it.
Will I need more wings to touch the sun or to really see the Earth or even make it to heaven.
Or to many wings will pull me back and crash down.