Cut away the fat
and shame
The sneers too

Every night
Warm, red on wrists
Remembering you

Never good enough
but burning desire
etched into the soul

Skipping meals
wiping tears
and never feeling whole

I don't think most people understand depression
                                                    ­                         suicide
                                                         ­                           PTSD
or the cycles that they come in as if they were tides.

People don't see past the smiles and laughter to the darkness within;
That you could be surrounded by love and feel okay
                                                            ­                            yet still be dead

That no matter how much comfort or peace you have it still gnaws away in the beck of your mind and chews a hole in your heart.

Cut wrists and suicide attempts aren't a cry for attention but for help;
does anybody out there hear me? see me? feel the way I feel? does anybody get that I am on the edge and losing it? why does nobody listen? why don't they take me serious? am I worth anything?

It disgusts me we execute the wounded and condemn their suffering;
Maybe they shouldn't feel the way they feel, but it's how they feel, so quit trying to tell them to stop feeling that way!
QUIT TRYING TO FIX THEM

Just be there... they need to know they aren't alone.

There are words
trapped between
my memories and dreams.
I am learning
to capture them,
hold them close,
before setting them free.
I will no longer
hold on to words
that poison the love
within my soul.
I will shed light
in the darkest places
of my twisted memories,
and broken dreams.

RUSSIA HAS A TERROR ATTACK
PUTIN FEELS THE STING
INNOCENT PEOPLES LIVES ARE LOST
MAYHEM IT DOSE BRING


NO COUNTRY IS IMMUNE
TO THE TERRORISTS GLOBAL REACH
WE MUST DEFEAT ISIS
PEACE WE MUST TEACH


THE TERRORISTS HAVE NO COMPASSION
FOR THE BEAUTY OF HUMAN LIFE
ALL THEY DO IS TERRORISE US ALL
AND CAUSE HEART ACHE AND STRIFE

Things are told sometimes in silence,
They are told sometimes through eyes.
When I stand I search for balance,
Eyes are dry from when one cries.

Words are useless, just like phrases,
Just like any complex speech.
Follow up from morning races,
One left speechless, let's not preach.

Silence, simply song for deaf,
Crazy melody for soul.
He was sane and now he left,
He was only playing role.

Silence will one day collapse..
Rooms... are quite from before....
Mouth sealed with sticky wax.
Silence, thing, that I adore.