I realize that life is far more then getting your way.
I realize that the trials that each and every on goes through.
Is to build us up to make us stronger on the inside.
For Life is not built on the easy life that some gets in this life.
But built on standing firm and loving everyone unconditional.
For loving others far outweigh becoming rich and selfish.
For through these trials we learn what others are  going through.
This way we can lead them out of the darkness and hopelessness.
That they might have been living in their entire lifer here.

Life in itself is a lost cause
Just have injustice
And unfortunately no one can change that...

I write down my thoughts so they can breathe.
Don't mistake them for poetry.
I write to prove to myself that even on days I awake with my own blood on my hands.
I still am sane.
Or at least something similar to that.
Because if I was truly sane I would hate myself.
And I grew tired of that many months ago.

He doesn't think about you
Before he falls asleep, and
You do not play the starring role
In his dreams. You are dreaming
Of his lips; his eyes; his laugh –
Really, you have only
Seen them through a screen, or
For mere seconds in reality.

He will not notice you,
He will not think about you,
Or love you –

In anywhere but your head.
You are being childish;
You must grow up.
This is not a fairy tale, Cinderella,
You will not go to the ball.
He is Prince Charming, after all.

Honey treasures lock together where North and South collide,
a mountain is a magnet when its tree tops touch the sky
Gentle curves in hills of sand untouched by man,
dreams collapse with memory and so love dies again.

with your hands You
hung the stars in the sky
and know them all by name.
You put the sun and moon
in their places and
with your hands You
made the roaring seas
and majestic mountains
and those same hands that
hung the stars and
placed the sun and moon and
made the seas and mountains
made this heart.