Why is it so hard?
Why is it so hard for guys to treat a girl like you treat others?
Why is it so hard for guys to stop looking for living Barbies and give every girl a fair chance?
Why is it so hard for guys to look a girl in the eyes instead of eying her looks?
Why is it so hard for guys to see a girl as a person instead of a talking *** doll?

Every girl is beautiful in her own way, and every girl is just as much of a human being as everyone else...

People always have a high expectation of me for some reason.
Those expectations always turn out to be too high, since I can never seem to live up to them.

This ****** up world is full of overly ambitious people, who only perfection, nothing less.

When will the day come that they realise perfection is a expectation too ambitious for any human being? Being perfect doesn't exist, you can say you gave it 100%, but that's never a full 100,000000%. It is and will always be 99,9999999%.

When will the day come that people lower their standards, and give every single person an equal chance to do right is this wrong place?

"Snap out of it"
That's the advice I get. Nothing more, nothing less, just that.

How, in the god forsaken world this is, can that be helpful advice?

Having negative thoughts has a serious effect on your life, and if it really was that easy to just "snap out of it", then why the **** are there still so many people with negative thoughts?

"Snap out of it"...people want me dead, but hearing that sentence hurts more...

I'm lonely, yet not alone.
I'm cold on a hot day.
I'm dark in the brightest of lights.
I'm bad to everyone's good.
I'm a waste of everyone's space and air.
I'm hideous in this superficial world.
I have no purpose in this society where everyone has purpose.
I have absolutely no talent in this talented community...

I guess the only 'positive' thing I can say about me is "I am"

It's not enough to say "I'm perfect", it's perfect to say "I'm enough"

True love, one of the most valuable things in life, maybe the most valuable, yet so hard to find.

True love, a gift from God, only handed out to a certain group of people.

True love, such a beautiful thing to have, yet a killer if you don't have it.

Regular love isn't something I deserve, so I'm sure true love is definitely way out of my league.

All I want is for someone to say to me "I like you", and actually mean it, cause then I have something to fall back to if I have a depressed moment

Jealousy, a bad feeling to have.
I've been taught that jealousy is bad and useless.
Jealousy isn't gonna give you what the other has.
I've stayed true to that my whole life...
But as I stare out the window, into the street, and I see all those happy people, those happy couples, people hanging with their friend groups, I feel this sensation inside me slowly growing and growing.
Jealousy, best to avoid it, cause it can break ya.

Home, a place of your own.
A place where you don't have to worry about others.
A place where you're in charge of what happens.

Home, a safe haven.
A place to run to if you're scared or upset or anything.
A place that offers shelter from the evil that lurks outside.

Home, the base of your life.
A place where you take care of things.
A place where you go to sleep every night and wake up every morning.

Home, it can be big, it can be small, but what really matters is that you can say "Home, sweet home".

Where are you?
I need you...
I need you to embrace me...
I need you to wipe away my tears...
I need you to accept me...
I need you to just be there for me...
Forget those other things, just be there for me, I beg you, cause no matter how hard I've tried, this a war that cannot be fought on my own.

I'm ready...
Ready to give up...
Ready to leave this cruel world...
Ready to leave this cold and very lonely place...
Ready to say goodbye to whatever I have...
I doubt anyone would miss me...
I doubt anyone cares about me...
I doubt people like me...
I know I don't have much to offer, but please, just please look past my exterior shell and see what kind of person I am inside......

I hate you...
Three little words...
Three little words, holding enough power to destroy a human being...
Three little words I've heard many times in my life...
The sad thing is, the reasons why people don't like me all seem to be true...

Is it really too much to ask for three  little words that can mend a already devastated heart?

Pain, anger, sadness...
Those are just some of the things I feel when we have yet another fight.
You...you always blame me for everything.
I thought you were special...
I've always hoped you would be different...
I've always hoped that you would look past my many, many flaws and take me for who I am....
Well, I was wrong...

Now, you're just another face in the crowd, nothing special...
I wish it would be different, but it seems fate decided to play one of his cruel games again...

Why?
Why is it so hard for people to keep things simple?
Why is it so hard to just take the known roads, instead of taking undiscovered paths?
Why is it so easy to do difficult things, and so difficult to do easy things?

I ask myself these questions several times, and it just seems like there's no answer to any of them.

If only people could just take time to explore the simple, known things and avoid difficulties, then maybe, just maybe this world wouldn't be this messed up place....

18 years ago, I stood at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive. I got on, but without any set destination.
I just rode and rode, taking whichever route the bus took.
Now, 18 years later, I still ride, still follow the route.
Unfortunately I notice that people leave the bus while it is in motion, because it doesn't take them where they want to go, and I've experienced a few stand-stills, but I remain on the bus.
I keep riding the bus, hoping that it will take me along the right route, out of this *******, into better times.

Baby girl, I'm here for you.
Baby girl, I'm here to help.

If you have problems, don't hesitate to come to me. My arms are open wide, my ears wide open.
I will be there for you whenever I can, if only you'd accept that you can't do it alone, and accept help from this miserable man.

You, you are the sunshine of my dark days.
You, you are what keeps me warm on a cold winter's night.
You, you are the tissues that wipe away my tears.
You, you are the bandaids that stop the bleeding.
You, you are the sparkle I see during brief moments of happiness.
You, you are everything I need.

Unfortunately, you are just a dream...

Once again...once again I have this feeling of being a nobody...
Once again... once again I'm just a slice of thin air, a waste of space...
Once again...once again I feel useless, worthless and meaningless...
I just want to be loved, is that so hard?!
I just wanted to be loved and taken for who I am, once again....

This moment has come again, this moment of complete emptiness.
First my head was full of thoughts and ideas and inspiration, and now..... everything's disappeared, ****** away in a vacuum cleaner.

This moment has come again, this moment in which my life is an empty void, a dark hole.

Why? Why can't I have someone in my life to fill the void?

What have I done to deserve this?

Please...make it stop....

It was the 16th of October 2014, I was at a friend's house, well, guy I know from school, and we were drinking. It was around that day that negativity came to the doorstep and rang the doorbel and me foolish enough to open the door. We were drinking, I drank some more, we were laughing, and then.....

Total blackout....

I woke up in the hospital the next morning and I got word that I was a lucky guy.... if the ambulance came a minute later....let's say I wouldn't be here sharing my writings with you....

I was never a believer, but since that day I'm convinced that someone gave me a second chance.....

One of the first hot daye this summer. People enjoying the beautiful weather. Children playing in the streets. People walking around in a happy mood and with smiles on their. Yet, there I am. I don't enjoy the nice weather. I feel cold and I'm wrapped in a blanket of sadness and loneliness, with a few patches of despair. In my head, it's just another rainy day. If only someone would take the time to bring some sunshine into my day...

Funny how writing can have more meaning than speech.
Funny how a bit of ink on a paper can have more effect than words spoken out by yourself.
Funny how a pen is able to say every single word your mouth can't.
Funny how a bit of paper with some words can make people interested in you when people couldn't care less about you by words.
Funny how this world can become a different place by writing.
Funny...

Words, either the most beautiful things or the deadliest weapon.
Words, they can lift someone up when they're down or bring someone down when they're up.
Words, they can mend a broken heart or break a complete heart.
Words, capable of both healing and hurting, loving and hating.
Words, they can be your best friend or your worst enemy.

Looking into the mirror, I see this 'ideal image' of myself.
I see a happy young boy without a tear-stained face, enjoying life without any worries.
Unfortunately, the real me is the complete opposite....

Looking into the mirror, I wanna grab ahold of the 'ideal me', pulling him out of it, and place myself in it, so that I can finally live life without any worries.

I see her everyday,
I talk to her everyday.

I see her everyday, yet she feels like a complete stranger. She's always smiling, yet I sense the sadness in her smile.
She always says she's okay, but I hear the sadness in her voice. Her eyes, the gateway to her soul.
Her soul, filled with little creatures ******* away her happiness.
She's had these bugs for years, yet I haven't noticed them at all.
I have known her for many years, yet I don't know her at all.

Here I am, laying in my bed at 3am in the morning.
My mind went to sleep hours ago, but my eyes are wide open.
My mind went to sleep hours ago, yet thoughts race through my mind like formula 1 cars. Thoughts race through my mind, and they keep me wide awake.
All I want is you here in my arms and I need you to make the thoughts go away, so we can fall asleep together, holding eachother.

The moonlight reflects on the motionless puddle of water in front of me. The lights leaves an undefined shadow figure on the brick wall next to me. The figure is shapeless, just a lump. A pointy, rocky lump. Like a **** of clay, waiting to be molded into a proper shape or figure, I too wait for someone to take me for the shapeless **** of clay I am and mold me into the thing I want to be: human.

Why?
Why is it so hard?
Why is it so hard for people to just look at others without judgment?
Why is it so hard for those people to just respect others, no matter what race, religion, *** or whatever?

I'm glad I'm not part of that group, I'm glad I know how to give respect and I'm glad that I don't have to feel guilty about hurting others by calling them ugly or stupid or whatever.

I'm glad I'm part of that small group of people that actually tries to be respectful in this cruel, cold world.

The heart, a powerful thing, yet so fragile. It's capable of loving hundreds of people, it can cause forgiveness and compassion. Yet, it only takes 1 simple word to break that powerful thing into thousands of pieces, causing millions of tears to be shed.

The dream world, a beautiful place where everything is possible and anything can happen. Every night a random dream makes the trip from the dream world to my mind, and every day, I hope and hope that one of those good dreams will come true and bring a nice change in this cold, everyday place...

I'm Davy, an 18-year-old boy from a small town in the Netherlands. My hobbies are drawing and writing poetry. You mighy not see it, but when you take Route 66 through my eyes into my soul, you'll see a distorted world, full of chaos. I tell people I am what I am and they just have to accept it, but deep down, I know that I'm a nobody, a waste of space, just another leaf on the tree, just another drop of rain, nothing more than a piece of thin air, hoping that someone will make me feel special and loved again...

What you see is not always what you get. People might look nice and good on the outside, but they can be the worst on the inside. They might act happy and outgoing, but maybe the monster that lurks in the dark depts of their soul is eating away at them, soon leaving nothing more than that what once was a wonderful person.

There I am, trapped in a cage of depression and negativity, like a parrot kept as a pet, nowhere to go, unable to live life like I should. I'm thinking back to the times before I was locked in this cage, enjoying life and being happy. Now, the only thought on my mind is: "Somebody please unlock this cage and make me feel it once again, my freedom"

Money can be your best friend if you have it, yet it can also destroy everything you have.
Money can buy you anything you like, but at the same time the 'hunt' for money and things can, like drugs, consume you and change you.
It can cause you to push away everyone close to you and it can form a paper money wall around you that stops anyone from getting through.
Money can buy you a lot,  but it can't buy you love and respect for who you are, which seems to be missing in this so called 'united world'.

I see you sitting there, your hair waving in the wind like the leaves, your eyes sparkling like the water's surface, your smile so illumating that it lights up even the darkest of times.

Whenever I see you, it's as if time comes to a stand-still, as if I get surrounded by a brick box with a hole just big enough so that it only focuses on you. Whenever I hear you, your voice echoes through my head.

I know I'm just some guy to you, but I want you to know that you are the music  that lacked in this concert known as life.

I've found you after years of total silence. We immediately resumed our lives together as if we were never separated. Happiness ruled our friendship, until that one day...that one day on which your entire was knocked out by a devastating hit of depression and sadness. Now, all I do is try to make you feel better, and even though I do my best, you act like I'm the bad guy, like I'm the one that knocked you out. I just want you to look me in the eyes and say those 2 beautiful words: Thank you...

Good looks and perfection seem to be the standards in this distorted place we call Earth.

Well, news flash: no one's perfect, we all have our flaws!

To me, the people that are perfect are those people that stay true to themselves! No good looks (looks fade), but the ability to stay loyal and true to yourself, and most important,the ability to listen to your own heart without people whispering things for it.

I'm always there for people, yet no one sees me. To everyone I'm just a piece of thin air, to some maybe even a waste of space.

I always try to help, yet no one appreciates it. Everyone rejects any form of help I offer, some even reject me.

Some people say they're lonely but not alone...well, I'd be a happy guy if I could say that too.

The sparkle in your eyes burns like a recently lit candle.

The subtle hint of mystery in your face is so small yet so defining, almost like a cricket, barely visible yet so appearent.

There this look in your eyes that pierces right through my soul like a hot knife through butter.

Your beauty struck me like a well shot bullet, and I didn't dive away, instead I took the hit and let it take the best of me.

I thought I knew you, yet I don't.
I thought I loved you, yet I feel nothing.
I thought you were always there for me, yet it feels like you're not.
I thought you were my father, yet you feel like a stranger.
You live in the same house as me, yet it feels like we're thousands of miles apart.
I thought I had a father, yet you only feel like the man who gave me life.

Skinny, ******* and large butts...that seems to be what some guys call "beauty", but if they'd only take a moment to look at a girl's eyes and use them as a window to her soul, they might realize that people can be way different on the inside. Use those eyes to look at her soul and when she still seems great, then you can say "She's beautiful"

I'm a bubble. A tiny bubble filled with anger, sadness and every negative emotion. As the days go by, I grow bigger and bigger, waiting for the point where I pop... And I will be gone, forgotten, reduced to a few tiny drops of nothing, that soon will evaporate like water on a hot plate. That, what was once a bubble, will soon be a vague memory.

Her lips are sealed together. Her voice is hidden away inside, waiting to burst through the shame that seals her lips like superglue. Her shoulders are hanging down, like the twigs of a willow. Her eyes are white waterballoons, that are ready to burst. Her hands are folded together, like the only person she trusts, is herself. I can see that she wants someone that will remove the superglue, pop the balloons and who will unfold her hands and guide her down this road, taking a right turn at the end, towards happiness

There she walks, that girl.
There she talks, that girl.
There she goes around, keeping up the appearance that everything's okay, but as I look into her eyes, I see the pain she suffers from and I see the tears she tries to hold back. Whenever she smiles, I can read the despair from her face. Whenever she talks, I can hear the shout for help in her voice. Me and her might not look the same, but on the inside, we're perfect twins.