sometimes you look at yourself and your life and wonder
will it always be this way?
but when you sit back and think about it
no, the answer is no, the world changes
and God graces, and people forget
it won't always be this way
so maybe treasure your heartbreak
it's special, it means something
and it's worth it, all of it, even the ache.

Life is an exile, a journey to a nonexsistent home

I've been looking at the stars for a long long time
I've been putting out fires all my life
everybody wants a flame, but they don't wanna get burned.

I want to protest,
I want to rebel
I want to stand up and yell in their faces.

I'm tired of being put down,
I'm tired of falling short.
I'm tired of trying so hard for things that don't even matter to me.

It's sad teenagers dream of being 18 so they can get away from the life they're living
It's so **** sad that some feel that life is so bad that they'd harm themselves to escape.

We're told to think for ourselves but then when we speak our minds we're told to shut up and sit down as if a teenager couldn't possibly know anything about the world; as if the number of years on this earth determines whether or not we understand the concept of loving another human unconditionally, or understand what it's like to be sad.

I want everyone to come together and fight the injustice. To live deliberately, to **** the marrow out of life.