**** the world.
**** the liars.
**** the cheaters.
**** the rude ones.
**** the cold ones.
**** the slander.
**** the insults.
**** the pain.
**** the demons in my mind.
****!

Crying from loss, pain, sorrow and even joy. But finding yourself crying from seeing someone smile? Someone is out there who hasn't smiled in a while and when you finally see them smile you let out tears because that's what you've been fighting for, for them to be happy.
To see their cheeks wrinkle, their eyes to light up and their smile sneak onto their lips. To see genuine happiness in someone who you know deserves it. When you know that's how their supposed to be.

The eventual "later"; come and gone, why haven't I heard back from either one?
I left myself open to keep them safe, to be taken advantage; leaving chafes.
Protecting and returning by their side, thrown, tossed around and asked to abide.
Abused and used to find their happiness, left alone with your thoughts in the darkness.

Some people find happiness by giving away their own. They make others happy and expect to be given happiness in return. It's not a bad thing, it is the most beautiful gesture someone can do. To know that you are someone who has been given someone else's happiness to hold onto forever and cherish with all your heart, is the best feeling in the world. But do not forget about the one who gave you their happiness. They are a little more hollow and they don't know how to fill it on their own.

Sitting in the halls are groups of friends talking about their days and nights.
Sitting in the halls are the people who use the time to finish forgotten homework.
Sitting in the hall are the couples who choose to get close to one another and relax.
Sitting in the halls are the ones who look on as they mask the noise with their music.
Sitting in the halls, terrified to socialize are the ones who are holding back tears.
The last group, they are the ones who wrap their arms around their legs, bow their heads into their knees and silently cry.
They cry, for their pain is too much to handle on their own. They don't mean to bother anyone or worry anyone, they are just seeking for relief. Relief from themselves, they don't know what to do but cry.
Sitting in the halls are the proud and confident, the silent and shy, and the terrified ones that cry.

My body nothing but an empty carcass rotting in the sun.
Walking across a ******* ocean of the dead and dumb.
Close to the end, the horizon at my finger tips, reaching, my skin rips.
Exposing my blood not red but black i feel my lungs collapse, i fall on my back.

So many thoughts filling my head, not a single one ever coming to rest.
I must confess, none of the clouds blinding me could ever accurately paint a picture of what i feel inside my chest.
Staring at the grim sight that my life has become.
I don't wonder what lies in the days to come.
tied down by past indiscretions i'm stuck, stuck without a single hope to ever be, set free from the crushing grip of the demons that follow me every day.
Without the strength for even a last breath, i drift away.

Marching in this **** parade
Day in and day out it's all the same.
A swirling mass of hatred and envy
Only to be masked by an innocent facade.

If one were to step out of line,
Make a leap of faith to determine how much time, until he's at the front of the pack but in his mind if only at the back, the thought of giving in is still prevalent to the rest.
I'll try my best.

Still marching to the beat of the drum without an answer to a single question, we continue on but no one takes the second to mention that the slightest misdirection could complete destroy the entire system.