It takes patience to be kind,
For the world is cruel my dear,
And you've got to take your time,
Chances come, go, they're forever;

But when things boil over,
I hope you'll know that it's alright,
The end is not that far, not close either,
You just have to go on and fight;

Sure people will break your heart,
Stay strong for yourself don't fall apart,
For you're made to survive this life and the next,
You're a warrior, a goddess, your mother's daughter;

Don't let the others talk you down,
Make you doubt yourself and your crown,
For this life is yours to rule and own,
A cavalry at your disposal to claim the throne.

@byizn

Some people die in Texas.
Some people die in Spain.
Some people die in their sleep.
Some people die in pain.

We were all in love with trauma.
We were all in love with the same
ideas we projected onto people
and disguised with their name.

I don't live in nine-eleven-land
and neither do my peers.
I've been monitored by other people's Gods
for twenty-two ******* years.
Coffee pots and cigarettes
stimulate my day
and keep the thoughts streaming,
that eventually fade away.

Some people die in Utah.
Some people die in Prague.
Some people never get married
or have the family dog.

We were all in love with status.
We were all in love with goals
that would make life poignant
and make ourselves whole.

I don't subscribe to the thought
that my thoughts necessarily matter.
If life is a horror movie,
then I'm the fake blood splatter.
Bible thumps and dead eyes,
are all part of my design,
and how I live and where I die
means to separate my mind.

Isnt it strange to think
that in this very moment
as we speak
someone is lying alone
on their death bed
contemplating between life
and death
reigniting love with
an old lover
to be tightly wrapped in
an warm embrace
or even writing a suicide
note.
considering different ways
to say goodbye?
right this moment
someones heart is beating
rapidly from a first ****
and someones is shattering
from a goodbye..


..... Goo...d By.....e

i wonder what its like

to wake up and love yourself

to look at your reflection and not want to cry

to stand on the scale see the number and not want to puke

to stand with your friends and not feel ugly

to go shopping for clothes and not feel fat

to not be ashamed of your self harm scars

to go into public places and not feel insecure

i just wonder

what its like to wake up and love your life

"im here for you"
    "you're not alone"
         "you will always have me"

  ******* *******
When its 2:34am
    and self hate crawls up my throat
tearing its way out
and rips its way out my mouth
         in a deadly silent scream
i am alone.

when the blade starts tearing at
my skin
the cuts keep getting
deeper
          and there is no one
i am alone.

but the only real thing around me
    is the feeling
of the blood running down
my arms
  'i am alone'
you say you are there,   but your not.



        i am Alone.