What about the soul on the bus with sad eyes? He who judges the struggling spirit dies a little inside. Don’t disregard the one who continues to fight. You won’t be able to take their life tonight. Perhaps let’s listen to each other’s thoughts and fears. Maybe we could make this worldly anguish disappear.
Do you have what it takes to contribute to this world? Will you instead sit and judge the promiscuous girl? What about the family who struggles to eat? Will you take on that worldly feat?
Before you speak your two sense remember this line. Is what you’re saying the truth or a lie?
I am empty He is gone My life is heavy He has fled I am listening To the void Yet hear nothing Soaked in red My baby brother My best friend Took the gun Now he’s dead
We both rest in the void Of the past, present, and future
I’ve been fighting for myself lately If it were you it would drive you crazy All of the battles I’ve voluntarily fought Have saved you from becoming distraught Death has a way of knocking you down Mental health & hate being thrown around I’ve kept my cool and gotten things done Yet I stay strong and keep my head on On this day, my journey has only begun (But alas, my battle I have finally won)