Upset, confused, annoyed yea a little you say you don't know what your doing wrong
              Can I have a flash back to a better time
       We're we got along and we didn't fight
           We're you cared to ask me what was wrong
    Now in present time I stand alone in the dark not knowing if or when I'll fall next
             When I do fall were will you be will you be with me trying to hold me up
      Probably not
So next time you ask  what your doing wrong
        Take a second and think about it
   For once awnser your self
Falling isn't so bad when your use to it
    Climbing back up is just half the battle.

My voice
   My thoughts
       My questions
     And my dreams
They all seem to be invisible
        Why you ask?
Because I can be in the middle of a room
And no one will realize I'm there
     As if I am a ghost
I am invisible
As if people never truly realize I'm alive.
   A beating hart
Blood flowing throw me
   A human, just as you
But instead of getting treated like one
  This girl right here
  Gets pushed to the ground
One stomp, two stomp, three stomp done
It's like a game to see how long I can last
   Will she breach this time
Or will she keep her head up
And continue walking.
Life is a joke for example
       Today's image of a true beautiful woman
It's a joke, thin fair skin no marks and fake *****
We're is the truth in that
Were is the truth in when we lie
  When we pretend to be someone were not?
So lady's and gentleman I highly encourage you to stand up be your self even if it means getting ignored
Don't let your self be a clown.

We live a life were..
   Kids are distracted from crying by phones
      A little kid knows the moms password be for he can speak
  Were kids instead of going outside
We'll they'd rather stay in,
     Playing on Facebook or Twitter
Whatever that is.
And I'll admit I spend some of my time
   On my Facebook doing nothing
But scrolling down.
Being board
     When we all could go out and bike
Or skate, or take a walk
     When instead of useing our phones
Witch is a trapped society in its own
    We could ask a stranger for directions
   We could use what god has given us
It's called speech and our hands
  Use the words you know
Or the hands to sign.
Put the phone and the laptops down
   Take in the relization
That there's a world to be descoverd
Look at the sky and listen to the birds  
   Not saying musice is bad becase I'm **** to say it's something I love
   But putting it aside the other day
I relized just how much I missed..
Just being out side.
Yea......
This is our society
We can always change it
     But not unless we want to
So instead of haveing your musice in
Or being on Facebook
Or twitter or other media sites
Go be with a Frieand
Go for a walk and talk
Like when you were 10
Playing out side on the playground
Amazing your never to old for that :)
   Don't listen to the haters
Belive in what you want and go have a good time with some Frieands
I know our parents always Say stranger danger
     But howed you get to know the kids you call friends now?
Good luck out there and smile tomorrow's a new day it isent over.

It's 1:11
  I still haven't gone to sleep
Thoughts going Thro my mind
As if its a ride
     As I look at the time I think
I should be asleep
    But thin the thoughts
They come right back
Like sleep you don't need that
     It's kinda cheep
They say time is $
But I say time is memory
    Looking at my little brothers
All I could think is...
That's a good age to have
Nothing to be scared of
To not see how cruel the world really is
I have to say I miss that stage
     Were I was able to be load
And make messes
Magically be put in my bed
    Or were the tooth fair was real
Santa claws too
Now it's just a thing
     I go along with
Hoping it'll last as long as it can
Because these are the good days
   We're imagination runs wild
And being you isn't hard <3

Be yourself always
~Emo kitty~

I was addicted to it, in its entirety.
I was addicted to the feel of it in my hand
And to the way it felt on my pale skin,
I was addicted to its scent
And to its welcoming friendliness.
But most of all I was addicted to the undeniable escape it gave me,
An escape like no other,
An escape that couldn't be offered by anything
Or anyone
Else.
An escape that my friends could not provide
That my family didn't understand
And that my enemies loathed the thought of.
Because as I drew it across my pale skin,
I forgot about the mental pain I was going through
And focused
On the physical pain I was forcing upon myself.
I replaced my mental pain
With my physical pain
And it felt good.
Too good.
Slowly but surely
I grew more and more addicted
To its sweet sweet scent
And its blissful feel
And its so called escape.
The only problem is
I don't want to escape from the mental pains anymore
I want to escape from the mental torture
Which forces me to pick up that blade
From time to time when I'm feeling low.
I don't want to force the pain upon myself anymore
But the pleasure
That comes with that pain
Makes it impossible to stop.
It's addictive...
Highly addictive.

I want to live in Europe.

I want to run in the Bavarian Forest.
I want to be left in the English rain.
I want to feel the Russian Frost.
I want to skate in the Alps.

I want to feel the French Luxury.
I want to taste the Belgian Chocolates.
I want to sleep in the European Palaces.
I want to feel the Papacy Monastic.
I want to feel the taste of French Cheese and Scottish Whiskey.
I want to hear the Italian Piano.

I want to read English Poetry.
I want to hear the Spanish legends and don't forget the olive there !
I want to feel the magnificence of the Parisian Events.
I want to swim in the Danube River.
I want to be inspired by the fascinating paintings.
I want to be amazed by the beauty of the churches there.
I want to read about the greatness of the European History from there.
I want to search in The Vatican Stores and Warehouses for answers I was looking for.

I want to dream about reading the books that have been hidden in the Invisible Palace of Books in Berlin.
I want to walk among the shelves of The National Library in London.
I want to go shopping in the streets of Paris and Milan.

I just want to be European,
I want to live in Europe.

                                                                             - *Shilo