We can not live on
without both man and woman.
we're meant to work together
as equals in love and trust.
Do not be afraid
to express what's inside you.
Every day you'll find
that through the eyes of strangers
you're no more than just a face.
She will shut me out
before I can even speak.
If she'd just listen
she'd know this house is not home,
and home is all that I want.
There is a young boy
who prefers to be alone.
Little does he know,
his life matters so much more
than what he truly believes.
I wish that the world was a perfect place
where we could all live without being harmed
Realistically this world is a disgrace
our solace coming in the form of arms
I wish that the world was not such a mess
Terrorists and guns, I can't find the love
There's blood on his hair, there's blood on her dress
will we ever find strength to rise above?
I wish that we could be beautiful once more
Too many are lost, too many are gone
No more soldiers to ever hit the floor
of this **** place that we dare call home
If ever are we to share a kind heart
we must first decide to give love a start
Falling deeper into these dark feelings
I don't think I've ever been this low
Living day by day on the verge of tears
is not a healthy lifestyle
but no one will ******* help me
My feelings are black
present but not all at once
There are times when I feel like I'm lucky to be alive
but others when I think I'd be lucky not to be
I don't understand why everyone else seems so happy
when I can't even remember the last time I laughed until my insides hurt
why won't anyone believe me
why won't anyone help me
I guess I'll just leave it alone
I'm cracking under pressure,
Everyone barking demands as if
I don't already have enough on my plate.
"Get a job" "Get your license",
as if I'm not ******* trying hard enough already.
There is nothing more annoying than being rushed into a lifestyle you don't even want.
I don't know why the **** everyone is in such a ******* rush
for me to grow up.
I am shelter and warmth in just a few stitches.
Day by day I await your return, so that after the
long days I can hold and lull you to sleep.
There is comfort in my consistence,
never will you return to find that I have gone.
Under these covers you will find that
despite these thin layers,
you feel most safe.
Protection from the unknown, warmth from the cold,
people may leave you, but I will stay until we’re old.
Leave your worries behind, for even just a day
to escape beneath a sea of comfort,
solitude, and peace.
I beg him to listen
and consider anyone but himself
for once in his ****** life,
or perhaps speak truth, rather than lie.
I beg him to deep deeper,
there is a conscience within him
but he has not met with it in quite some time.
We plead with him to hold out hope,
but can we say the same for ourselves?
I wish he could experience
the love and beauty of the world
with whole-hearted emotion and awareness
But all he wants to do
is suppress whatever he has left.
The needle in his arm pushing in the poison
and pulling out the remaining humanity.
He is numb now,
but what is to become of his little girls?
I wake up every day with heavy eyes
and a weight on my chest and shoulders that
bruises and compresses every fraction
of my fragile being
I can not for the life of me remember
the last time I woke up eager to
to soak in the shine of the sun or
bask in the presence of someone I love
My misunderstanding of the world
finally led me to a place where there is no
way back home, and nothing but
and endless yelling
is left to fill the space.
— The End —