There were words left unsaid, feelings have faded.
If eyes could speak, then you'll know what I kept in my head.
Torn were tears, and I was brokenhearted.

Family feuds you refuse to see this despair,
damaged relationships, something we just can't repair.

All of this drama it's wearing me down,
thinking of leaving this god awful town.

I can't take it no longer I'm tired of the fight,
worried sick your keeping me awake at night.

Your my mother not my child,
your off the rails you've gone wild.

Abuse your violent mentally ill,
you've tortured my mind I can't keep still.

I've tried and tried to help you get well ,
your beyond this now I really can tell.

I have my own family, got to live my own way,
I can't keep feeling hurt by the things that you say.

I know your trapped in this mental frame,
too much to handle, I cry with the pain .

Family feuds I can no longer connect,
it's making me Ill, myself I need to protect

When joy was all she wanted
When death was all she asked for
Life became a punishment
Living it became a war

The days turned into months
The months turned into years
Once denial faded
She had to face her fears

And with each passing day
She'd try to find a way
But with each passing day
She'd only fade away

-S.H.

I wage war
That's never been seen before
Is sanity worth fighting for?
I'm not really sure

Insanity?
A calamity?
I call it individuality!

Who is Society
To create this hypocrisy?!?
It seems like such a tragedy
To waste such ingenuity
To dull the creativity

I am lost on nights like these
When a sudden rush collides within me
A hushed whisper at the back of my mind
That causes a ripple more forceful than time
A simple reminder of a simpler fact
That this world is nothing and I am of that
And if I can be of something whose worth has no prize
Then where do I stand on this list of grand size?

These nights leave me breathless- as I sink deeper away
Yet visually moving much further astray
My body may sink but my soul rises high
As I see through the view of a little bird’s eye

From the heights we are merely, a speck of dust
Incapable of emotions, no hatred, no lust
And if only distance can cause this view
It must be time for this world to work for something new

No longer to crave to be the greatest being
But to aim past the dreadful sense: seeing
No longer to care for physical things to hold
But to desire to leave your own touch, your own mold
To know that this is not a piece of clay
But an action, a thought, a word that you say
That may change a life and ripple to more
Each leaving a mark or opening a door
That allows more to enter without having to knock
We are now moving mountains, not pebbles, not rocks

If we all work together for a greater one
Then maybe, just maybe, this world will not be done.

Thy hair brightly burns as the fire in thine eyes.
Ardent lips kiss my fissured heart
As I remain blind to thy frail lies.

Beside thee, writhes the demon of thy soul;
Acidulous words leave thy tongue
And I prepare to plummet whole

Into the golden sleep of thine asphyxiating air.
Tears bleed as I follow
Thy seraphic beauty fair.

As I close my eyes and wade into the quietus of this dream,
Tilt my head back and begin to fall,
I put all my cherished hopes in thee.