You should live because the show you're watching isn't finished yet
You should live because you haven't turned in that paper you worked really *******
You should live because somewhere an animal wants to love on you
You should live because there's a pizza in the freezer that you haven't even cooked yet
You should live because people in messed up situations are still going on maury
You should live because of Popsicles in the hot summer time
You should live because of the goosebumps you get when the hot water touches your skin
You should live because we don't know if aliens are real or not
You should live because your bed would be really lonely without you
You should live because of the really light drizzle of rain when it falls down on your skin
You should live because you have a life worth living
Even if it kinda ***** really bad to do it now
You should live because i'm living too
And in reading this aren't we kinda in it together
Fighting similar fights?
Live to win
Live to bounce back
Live because you can
There are so many reasons to live

I cry so much
But maybe you thought
I wasn't crying enough
Thank you for your help I appreciate the tears
You work wonders with your words and fear
I understand why you you did what you had
Maybe my tears were reward enough
Maybe the ducts had run dry
So thank you
For making them run

Skinny lover
Built like a dove hand crafted from the heavens above
Your icy skin calms my storm
You promise ice and I promise warmth
You're here but quickly fleeting
Your fingertips are losing feelings
So I give them a squeeze and shove your hand in my pocket
I'll kiss them to give you the tingles if you've lost it
The illness blots your mind but don't worry
I have a tissue to wipe it up when you're weary
Skinny lover
Your legs don't meet and I know soon neither will we
You no longer care to be my baby
I pray you see that you're important but you pull my hands apart
Fill the space with your head and tell me that I shouldn't waste prayers on the dead
Skinny lover you break my heart
In the watery reflection of your face you find relief
I wonder why you don't find that in me
Skinny lover
Playing deaths game
I know you're hungry baby just say
Skinny lover life of pain
I just hope you start to crave a hunger for change

She wears the black rose because her beauty is darkness
Though many will try and fill her with their light
Searching for parts of her to point out and examine
Though in casting bright lights into her darkness
They miss the most beautiful parts of her that are hiding in the shadows
Sometimes beauty isn't meant to be pushed into the light
Or tested by many trials
Because then beauty fades regardless if it is founded in darkness or light
And then everyone else searches around for it
When maybe it was just in front of their face the whole time
In the darkness
Waiting to be appreciated

I am a failure
I am the look your mother gives when rent can't be paid
I am the soul of an addict who has been clean, only to relapse
Tears flow up to my eyes and I can't help but wonder
Why am I always picked last?
I am the eraser of a pencil
So close to an object so good at creating
Be it dreams or mistakes
And I am the end piece
I cut away at mistake
I banish things people don't want to feel about themselves.
There I am
With a flyswatter and bug spray
Chasing away their depression like the little creature it is
Flies swarm around the dead bodies of my dreams
They feed on the tiny little pieces of hope I could ever recreate.
I am climbing up a hill of bodies
Each one in more pain than the last.
They grasp onto my clothing and look deep into my eyes.
My core shakes.
Yet I still clutch to the bodies my pencil, my sword, still in hand.
What is in the black orbs where their windows to souls should be?
I kick away their hands but can't block out the words being tossed to me.
So I open both hands to receive
Falling helplessly into a void
I see fields of failures
All human forms
Out of the darkness I am clutched by the hands of a tar demon
Carelessly I am thrown aside
Among the bodies of those still groaning out the bitter word
Failure.
In under a minute I am drowing
Head forced so violently underwater
I try and reach for the hands of other failures but
Even they cast a dark eye to me.
I reach now
For tiny streams of light in the dark deep ocean
Holding onto my last breath like a mother holds a child.
Right before my eyes roll back and my heart stops
I fall through the earth
Falling to the grassy dirt on my face
At once it is sprung upon me
The masses chanting the one word I feel burned onto the muscle of my heart
"Failure!"
They cry
Pointing a long accusing finger at me.
I am once again just a washed up freak of nature
I break my pencil in two and run into darkness.
Trying to mend the broken parts of myself with flimsy bandaids
Trying to stitch closed my deep emotional wounds with cheap thread.
In that darkness I see a shadowy figure
Something completely composed of depression.
I am handed a plastic mask
Beautiful, plain and generic
A perfect smile and happy eyes drawn on
And though I wear it to deceive the eyes of many
My chest still burns with the word
Failure.

I'm told everyday
I don't know the struggle of the streets
I'm not saying that's not true but adults just fail to see
They don't see what's in the school
Or that I see the poverty
Drugs passing through the halls like a type of flu you see
I wish it were a joke but then I really wouldn't see
The hurt
The pain
The lies
But that's what happens on the street
She's a single mother
Only sixteen
A life supposed to come from love
Just made of violent tragedy
The kids that we know
Dropping like the plague
Laced drugs they put in their bodies
Changing how they behave
A girl gets bullied to death
Just in the eighth grade
Because her teeth weren't straight
And she didn't have Gucci 'round her waist
She bullied herself
Pushed herself to end it
Her parents worked hard
Didn't make money just to spend it
A couple coming back from prom
Having a great time
But on one hand they had been drinking
Then they decided to drive
You have to imagine the mothers pain
The tears in their eyes
When they had to identify their babies
Finding they'd just died
Maybe
I don't live out in the streets
But I realize pain and suffering
Wasn't even on the streets to get to see life this way.

So...you came out of nowhere.
But you make my heart beat right out of my chest.
And I know I just showed up too.
Playing hide and seek in the dark and light of your mind.
And I know I get that too.
I know you get all nervous when we get close.
I can tell that we obviously aren't just good friends.
We rush into each other so quickly.
Grasping to every difference in the other and also the similarities.
You're like the puzzle piece I'm missing.
I would check every place in all the rooms of the house to find you again if I lost you for one second.
It's like each piece interlocks.
Snapping together mentally and physically.
We're two different colors blended together on the same canvas, creating one beautiful shade.
I know you look at me from the corner of your eye.
I know you care about what I say a bit more than the others.
I never knew I held light but,
You tell me despite the fact that I can't see your dark
I cast light on it.
I feel it.
I know you feel how I can go from a total wreck to a tiny little plant.
Taking in every ounce of sunshine you provide.
I know I level you down to earth and
Somehow
Though we've started at two different places
With somehow alike and different views
we've came back to where we started.
Together this time.
A little more happier than we used to be.
And probably a little more dumb.
I love you.