It's happening again.
I let them back into my life,
and now they've brought me down.

I knew,
but I didn't stop it.

I could've prevented this pain,
but it's my fault.

So now,
I'll have to go through this misery again

School is like a prison.
not in the traditional sense,

Students must do as the warden says,
completing work or receiving a penalty,
act a certain way or be punished.

And if they don't complete their sentence,
they are doomed to a life that could be better

My imagination, no limitation.
I welcome in positive vibration.
My brain is a grand central station.
Swept away like the waves, call me vacation.

A notion about waves in the ocean:
They travel across continents, in a constant motion.
Watch the power approaching.
Realize the wave is one energy,
That never lost its devotion.

I welcome in new positive energies
Like amenities, a necessity.
I'm an attorney attesting on
Life's incredible journey.
Join me, but warning; I prefer soaring.

My torus is lush as forest.
Living like an alien tourist.
I insist on artistic visions to guide me,
Not living for pride or vanity.
I'm just a human, grooving, celebrating earth inside of me.

Chiming on with Nature's charm.
Living my life, devoid of harm.
I can do this a lifetime long,
With nothing to lose, none to alarm.
I wear a badge of peace upon my arm.

In this room full of people ,
I feel as if I do not exist.

My words dissolve into the air,
And leave me in dispear.

How I long for the day when,
They see how wrong they've been.

Longing for the day I am not *invisible

I need help,
anyone that can take me away from myself.
Someone to say that I'll be okay,
that it'll all go away someday,
and that I'll see the old me again.

First there's silence...

Then comes anxiety,
the fear and wondering.

Then comes stress,
the future and unknown.

Then the sadness,
the loneliness and crying.

Then comes depression,
the thoughts and self-inflicted violence.

Then comes the end,
the suicidal thoughts and actions...

Love is but a rose,
Beautiful for a moment. then wilted in the next.

Love comes like lightning,
then leaves just as quick.

Love is reachable,
yet seems so out of reach.

Love is like the ultimate goal,
that can never be substantial.

Love is obscene.