We are a generation that questions our creation. But too scared to face the reality behind the cry of every nation.
But if we take a second, a breather, a moment to step away from our phones, can we see the damage without it being shown?
Somewhere out there, there's a girl..wearing her heart on her sleeve because she suffers the pain from never knowing a father.. To warn her of the danger of boys, and to love and respect herself first.
And next to that girl, there's a young man... Pushing away love every chance he gets.. Because all he knows is a struggle of him and his father making it through the rough days and too much betrayal from the girls that claimed to love him.. And the tenderness of a potential wife that can love him through anything can now never be noticed.
Where is the love? Is it hidden in the truth or is it just being tossed around loosely like a game of hot potato and the second it gets too much... It's that easy to drop.
Open your mind to the positive and the things good for you but don't close your heart to the ones who help get you there.
It's okay to cradle an empty vessel and fill it with genuine care, I mean what's so wrong in doing so when you crave it just as bad.
Who's going to tell that child to put the pills down it will be okay... Or be brave enough to **** up their pride and admit to wanting to change.
Is it not enough that we fear too much to have a broken heart that we don't even bother to get to know what's beyond the darkness.
Can't ever shake the feeling of not being enough.. Never knowing which direction to go... Life, death, or just give up.
Let's just take a second to think... And realize... What we are capable of.

I gave you my heart, I gave you my soul, but that perfect girl, I don't wanna play that role. Because a role like that doesn't exist, for Gods sake, and in a world like this.. Where you're already penalized and accused for being fake.
I do what I can, not to please people, but to only please my need to do the right thing for myself. And myself can't take another dropped head right in front of my face... Oh wait... That dropped head is me... It's my reflection and sometimes I can't even recognize her.. So is it me? Or is it my dark chapter.
sigh who am I kidding, my story book is unreadable. But my upfront is as clear as I let you see it and maybe to you, I'm unbleedable.. But between you and I shed blood just as well as I shed tears.
Look at me in the face and ull see that my bleeding heart is my tears!
Understand that I may look like a coward, my heart is built like a rhino. Strong enough to take the pain but the ones left like me aren't shy to being endangered, and chance is our risky game.   (more to continue soon)

Ever sit back and look at a painting after its done? or a project you spent hours on?
Ever wonder how God feels when he sits back and looks at his work of the world and his creation?....What would he say? What would he do? Will he just snap his fingers and everything is perfect again? Will he turn his back and give up on us?
If you really think about it, he created us to be a change in a world of toxic shame and horror. Most of us never really see it but