Death doesn’t discriminate
It’ll **** the richest man in the world
When he’s 53
It’ll **** the president
When they are 87

But death doesn’t discriminate
It’ll also **** the single mom
When she was only 33
And the little boy that played down the street
When he was only 7

Eyes are the door to the soul
Or so they say
My soul must be broken
Or out of service
Because I need glasses

"Im so sorry"
or
"Im so sorry"

I'm too nervous to enjoy the calm before the storm
Because I see the clouds coming this way

"Help from above"
I say as the ****** shoots

The volume is maxed out
I thought it would drown out my thoughts
Yet somehow it made them worse
I need everything to shut up

Toys lined up on a bathtub
A white rabbit
And a big bad wolf

I miss when you were kinder to me
So i cling on to the memory of you
When you hurt me
I'll come back
Because im just a ******* dog

They never apologized
They never apologized for how they treated me
But when i reacted to their pain
I was the one to blame

You're not the kind of flower
People pluck and put into their hair
You're the kind of flower
People can’t bring themselves to pluck
And instead water it with their water bottle
A flower that deserves to bloom
And grow

I'm thinking of you
And all the things we didn't do

I'm thinking of you
And all the things we could've done

I'm thinking of you
And all the things we wont be able to do

People force a flower to bloom
And as it opens
It feels the heavy weight of its petals
It shouldn't yet have to bear
It died
But it was beautiful and so mature
At such at young age
Thats all that matters to you
"The flower that blooms under pressure is the most beautiful of all"
You say
But it also dies the fastest

I dont want to be your voice
I rather be your microphone
I want to allow your voice to be heard
Not speak for you

My gagging reflex doesn't work
And as my tears fill the toilet bowl
I try to make myself nauseous
So that I can fill the toilet with something other than tears

Then lets be bad poets together
Eating grapes
Under the dark sun
And above the bright stars

I should not have to be dying
For you to believe my distress
I shouldn't have to scream
In order for you to listen
I should not have to break
In order to feel the weight
If I die will you still think im okay?

She was a poet
And a artist
She played piano for 2 years
But quit
Because she hated it
No no that wont sound good on a application
Maybe...What about this:
Shes a poet
Who knows how to cry (professionally) and has been doing it for more than a a decade
An artist who never creates masterpieces
And with a lot of experience with quitting

Certain death
Never came
So I left Them a message to call me back

Daddy's on his knees praying to the Lord above
Mama curses under her breath choking on love
The smallest hands are now the coldest
And cute cries are silenced
A life smaller than their height
Yet felt heavier than their weight

A masterpiece you were about to finish
Left alone because of your fear of failing

Im sure time heals
But at the moment
What will help
Is a real ******* apology

I wish I had something
To justify my pain
I had many scars
But they tend to fade away

Vote red
And fill the children with dread
As they fear they may never see their parents again
Vote red
And put your sexuality in his hands
And never express yourself again
Vote red
And let their choices be erased
A world where every voice is disgraced.
Vote red
And live in fear
That your voice may disappear
Vote red
And put yourself to wonder
Is this the world we wanted to create?
Or the one we were too scared to stop before it was too late?

“This is happiness”
You said with such pride
And if that’s true
I rather be sad my whole life
Than feeling your ***** touch on my body again.

Bruised Heart and Spilled Milk
Lie to Me
Tell Me I'll Be Fine
Choke on your Words
And Watch Me Die