I write from the lost memories of 11 years I blocked out my life the darkness decided to corrupt me too far that I became scared and hid that dagger that's slid over my mind was not the same dagger that slit my wrists open I was suicidal once those thoughts just don't disappear you decide that it's the only Escape because you can't see a light you try to trust in other people but you lose the ability to the thoughts flood your memories of which you thought you had a decent time but now you're just fearful of anything happy because you can't see it because you're blinded by which the darkness you want to see because it's easier trust me I lived in the dark it doesn't help it corrupts  and becomes permanent
Are you going to let fear slice open your life as a blood of life just flows out are you going to finally try to be happy or you going to block out every single last thought that you can have and just put it into some stupid empty words are you going to write a suicide note are you going to live and speak because trust me your story needs to be told in this world you are not alone we all Gather in the same belief that we need help that we want to succeed in which of this is life or we die we've all had some type of thought that promise that made us sad we all wanted to punch a wall and cry why can't we unite underneath the darkness to make the new light why can't we just be the Puppeteer rather than the puppet when will we learn that
- our Darkness makes a shine brighter

Have you ever played the one of Game of Life what if this didn't happen where would I be now why am I taking these daggers to my mind of which are memories have you ever played the game of if this didn't happen What would be the retrospective today
If this person didn't believe this person
 didn't **** you
 this person didn't commit suicide
 and die
 where would you be now how would your story continue would it be the same would it be different will you finally be happy or is that actually not what you're supposed to be are you supposed to be able to help and learn what do you want to run and hide from because the only thing that's happening still isn't the memories it's the pain it's the scars that you keep ripping open that you keep picking at the things that happen may be long gone trust me I understand but it still hurts that's because you can't find what you want to find you can't find somebody to tell you it's going to be okay everybody does but they all seem so Hollow to you you need to find the you that will actually say it's all going to be okay you can't keep forcing it because that is just opening up daggers which rip open scars
as the true
- Battlezone is appearing

The true Blind Ones
For young age we are told to submit not to submerge into ourselves we are told to be sorry of ourselves and what we say we are told to surrender not to be aware of what you're saying is incorrect right is anything
we are told to surrender of which is our adventure of this life we are told to be incorrectly be bound to the stories of society bound you're

told me of what another person desires as we are just craving that desire to finally be set free and no longer silenced we are told to hide our Darkness as weakness we are told that it is not good we're told that it's going to corrupt us as we cannot be corrupted by light
you told me happy with fake smiles when something is bothering us
Truly what are we teaching Our Generations but the fight by losing their sight

- of Their own adventure

Dear Teachers

Dear teachers who always thought I had nothing to say who always believed I was The Silent One no one knew of my Chaos in my mind Symphony Of Sorrow sang louder than anybody else's speech no one could figure out that I felt the way I did do teachers who never seem to approached me I understand you were scared for I was already aware I was a freak I was a nobody in which the sight of God will never accept
 dear teachers the ones who always shunned and silence to me the one you finally set to the burden of Silence is finally speaking out the difference is not of what you need to know but acceptance is to know that we are both commonly seen of what you believe is under the reign God that you preach so much to me
dear teachers who always looked at the other ones as a common inconvenience we finally refused the silence
 your darkness is not ours as
our story finally refuses this
- burden of Silence

Dear father
 it's not my fault my mind works overtime as it is not the same as yours my mind works in a different way I'm so sorry I was not the way you wanted but the way I wanted to be from birth to now I am who I am to be I let you control me for too long with the agony of the slicing of my wrist the pain that you saw taken  upon your child
That is no longer my reality is not shatter to the words of which you speak my words are not silenced by your needing of my conformity disownment by disassociation was not of what you wanted as I was a tool of your disguise hiding away from the world
 dear father you disowned me for the man I fell in love with you just owe me for the person who saved me from the reality of what you shattered if you wish to tear me down I have another by my side my Army is behind me you will never see the battle war of my mind again disownment the act of being disowned by your own person the person who tells you they love you but then goes back and regrets it disownment seems to be a word that strikes so far with you for you to do it with your only child disownment all those countless days and nights of pain wishing for death gone disownment the unhappiness of which I just became my own person
 disownment the end of the story you seem to --

-know so well

It's not my fault that your tool turn to Freedom that your fate that you wished only to end decided to make a new story of anger Rises From the Ashes to make a new the story of which I create is not attached my dignity does not lie within your unhappiness my life is not lie within your hands Rise From the Ashes of a phoenix typeform my mind works overtime but not in this lifetime of yours I am no longer the tool which brings you to anger I'm no longer the child that you wish to have because I'm not the one who's going to be a Slave to your desires 11 years blocked yet I don't think they were misery my mind blocks away happiness because all I could see was that pain and abuse you put me through no longer is that the case my words turn to sword my pencils Turn to Armor I no longer and contained by your page my story is not upon yours learn to fly free from your own dignity your egotistical mind of which  causes your misery
Learn of what you've done because I'm not tied down to your story I've learned to create my own my own page My Own Adventure I'm no longer Damsel in Distress waiting to be murdered  by the Dragon
Rather the dragon that finally set free this isn't a Hymn of hatred this isn't resentment this isn't a symphony of hate
It's of my story of which I can relate it is a Tale it does not start or end at you it is my own and you have no control I am no longer your puppet so learn to write your own because that Birdcage you set me up on those change you trained by Wings down
-Are gone

Silence conform
 be of Who You Are nothing more that is what Society is teaching us this is what we are adapting to we overestimate all our sayings in the power of which we believe you'll make us evolve foreclosing off options if no one will see the enemy that we are fighting is nothing besides us slowly destroying isn't only the animals but the ones who try to tell the story
silence conform be from what we are our information what we are Will Tell Us Where to Go silence conform you know what we are follow the words of which that came before
 silence conform follow the same rules while Society deems everything unnecessary

 silence and Conformity will **** us all if no one ever can see past that barrier passed the fog of which is societal standards if no one can think outside the box there will be no box just the silence and Conformity of utopian society which isn't peaceful at all just closed off from the world. 
                    silence and conform the
two deadliest swords