The things we do.
The things we say.
We pick at each other while we play.
This sick twisted mind game that no knows.
Only the ones who have stories,
Belief in the skys.
Looks up, saying "I wanna ride! I wanna ride!"
But deep down inside,
there's no where left to hide.

Here lies a girl.
A wonderful girl who thinks she has no world.
She often wants to be committed to the impossible.
Knowing how she is, she seeks guidance from others.
Knowing the unknown, she still wonders.
She finds that not only, are people so cruel, They have no soul.
So they fool.
Her emotions are confused.
Realizing that nothing will change, she goes to where unique ones play the game.
Failing to seek the truth, she loses by a noose.
So, here lies me.
The wonderful girl, who's hanging from a tree.

Humans are something special.
They have features that no other could have.
Even if u did have the same features, u would still be different.
Not all things are different.
Yet, now humans want to be the same.
This isn't just a poem.
It's a lesson.
Let this teach u, that not all humans are special.
There are some who are worthless, a disappointment, and a waste of time.
Some people may tell u, “It's not the word special that defines u. It's the saying it's self”

It's funny how people go to the woods for answers.
Trying to find what's wrong with themselves.
The woods do nothing but make fire wood.
But that fire builds through pain and sorrow, like wildfires could.
The woods are a mystery.
They make you lurk, and seek more questions than answers.
Making your life much harder, when the fog comes in.
Leading you to difficult tasks, more likely to give up then to push.
So, what i'm saying is don't go through the woods.
You'll find yourself hurting, making your way through your mind that we call 'The woods'.