Life is not depression
Love is not failure
We are not useless.

Life is not hopeless
Love is not a burden
We are not small.

Life is not unforgiving
Love is not untouchable
We are not lost causes.

Life is beautifully cruel,
Cruel in the way that it's almost as if it takes pleasure
In our rivers of tears and outcries.
But it lifts us up every now and then,
And it lifts us up high.
It drops us again, but the rush is worth the fall... isn't it?

Love is refreshingly pure,
Not every emotion humans feel is hatred and love.
There is just one type of love,
And the rest are just stemmed of that beautiful action.
That's where we fall and shatter though
Love is not a feeling!
It is not something that demands to be felt!
It demands to be held
And nourished and protected.

We are not useless.
Stop giving up, darling.
Stop...please!

You aren't even close to your last chance or your last strength
You were given this life because you can handle it.
All you have to do is decide that you will handle it.

The truth is I'm not okay
How should I be with you away
A daddy's little girl from far away
You were suppo... I hoped you'd be back today
But you're not.
I'm not too old to be tucked in
But I feel like I'm on my own...
Like I'm in college, not at home
Because its not home with just mom and I
It's obvious when I look into her eyes
Or stare into a mirror at mine.
I miss you daddy.
You've been away for far too long...
And you're still not done with being gone.
I'd never let you know from so far away,
But I wish you were here today

Don't overcrowd your mind with hopelessness
Humans wander until they find themselves astray
That's the bittersweet beauty of life, of this
Find yourself, don't quit the game.

Don't keep messing with your mind
Can't you see, you keep saying this is your life
Don't let them intervene
All of you is proof of the greatness in your mind

Don't quit.

The saddest thought
It pushes me around
Reminds me of our temporary paper towns
A morbid thought
That would change everything
Makes me wish there was more to see
More to do simply for pleasure
I get lost, and find my self older
Needed things become memories
The saddest thought
How sad that we're to lose this night
Oh how short these times

Childhood hopes vanished
When you were trapped in concrete walls
Pleading victim, charged as guilty
Time and time, I watched you fall
Psychologically manipulative
Assimilating crime into your life
Not just you, but all of us again
This family, you gave no meaning,
Your words are so empty,
Too often you are missing.
Arrested into an orange jumpsuit
The locks keep changing on you.

Her white dress
Though it is patched
In several places
White it was
Clean it was
Out of dirt
Her smile innocent
Simple it was
But a great story
Hidden in her eyes
Diamond like blue
Her eyes owned
Blonde her hair
Remainings of hay
Among her hair
But it matched
Blonde to blonde
Her hair too
Looked like a
Bunch of hay
Which is tied together
She
Who kept sitting
Near the haycock
With an empty look
In her eyes