Are we living or just doing the motions?
I wonder how many of us are holding on
For better days to come, futures to come
Only to be let down by some.
It gets better I promise. You’ll get through this.
If they left you, they aren’t worth it.
If they don’t accept you, their loss.
Your life is yours to live, and you’ll make it.
So don’t just do the motions,
Live.

I feel empty.
A lot of people know me, a lot don’t.
A lot of people could, but they won’t.
We sometimes succumb to darkness,
Our mental plague.
Wishing anyone could just wash it away.
But instead we are alone.
Wishing someone would pick up their phone
Willing to delete the life we were given
Instead of looking at happiness sit ins
The mask has fallen,
Just wish I had a hole to crawl in.
So I could die in piece.

Kiss my scars, to tell them goodbye
Lay with me towards the night sky
Talk about the wish for us to fly
Not running for my life anymore
It’s time for us to settle the score
We will tell depression nevermore

Honestly
Everyone
Loves
Pills

Me?
Eh.

Personally
Living
Each-da­y
Agonizing
Simply
Existing

Not an object but a person
The girl whose smile lights up the room
Making everyone happy without trying
Her kindness knows no bounds
Not a single soul regrets their meeting
Because she is their sunshine

1 Daisy in a field of weeds,
Bright and untamed
Lively and beautiful
But thinks she is wilted
Imperfect, thorned
But yet she is brighter than all

One daisy
Untouched by the carnage
Watching as a city burned
Unscathed by the bombs
The warchangers
Only 2 dropped
Only 2 needed
Their targets burned
And the flower just watched
As retaliation fell
And radiation rose