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Andrea Vasquez May 2016
Crimson Stains
on this happy day
A ****** corpse walking down
Pulled up by strings
This is her perfect wedding
Andrea Vasquez May 2016
I write to keep peace in my mind.
I write to keep my sanity stable.
I write for myself and no one else.
No I will not write you a story, or a poem, or any of the above.
I will not write for you just to get criticized by you.
I only write for myself.
I only write for my feelings.
I'm not sorry for typing all day and not socializing.
I'm not sorry for locking myself in my room and writing.
I'm just not sorry.
Forgive me for speaking my mind.
Forgive me for being "obsessed" with music.
Forgive me for not caring if you forgive me or not.
Andrea Vasquez May 2016
She's obviously happy
Obviously joyful
Obviously peppy
Obviously she's had a happy life
Right?
What isn't obvious is her tears,
the ones she lets flood out after shutting her bedroom door at night.
Her scars she's hidden after the incident.
The "friends" she left behind.
No one knows
She's dying inside
No one knows
How much she wants to jump
How much she wants to pull the trigger
How much is weighing down on her shoulders.
She acts happy
She acts joyful
She acts peppy
She is woeful.
Blood and death fill her thoughts.
Cheer and hope fill her spoken words.
Andrea Vasquez May 2016
You could or you couldn't
You would, but you wouldn't
Seeing the horrors that are happening abroad, thinking it'll help by clicking 'like'
Hearing the screams of the children, watching their death unfold.
But you do nothing, millions of people, humans are dying and you do nothing.
Sharing videos, getting the word out
They view it but turn their heads.

TELL ME WHEN YOU HELPED
TELL ME WHEN YOU TRIED
But you have nothing to say, for you did nothing.
It isn't you, you're at home cozy and warm, skipping through the channels like there isn't children starving in Africa.
"Ugh i hate school!"
"I don't want to eat that!"
At least you have school, at least you have food.
Stop being so self centered, for if you were starving and someone offered you food you would take it.
Right?
"I would never eat out of the trash, That's disgusting!"
What if that's all you had to eat.
You would eat it, because you'd want to live though you say you would rather die.
Andrea Vasquez May 2016
This is for the weak
The ones afraid of the light, the ones tortured by sound.
Unable to walk, unable to see, unable to hear.
But this will not stop us, for the weak, we rise,
For the weak, we speak.
We will shout for those who are afraid.
We will stand for those crippled and mute.
Together we can help each other
Like we're supposed to
Race, Religion, Sexuality, none of these matter
We are all human
Each and every one of our lives are precious and beautiful.

I will help
*One step at a time.
Andrea Vasquez May 2016
You will
Live, think, laugh
Under machines
You  will
Sleep, cry, walk
Under machines
They watch us.
Andrea Vasquez May 2016
Welcome* to the real world
Where children cry
Angels die
Flowers wilt
Pets get killed

Running back to fantasy
Where time is irrelevant
People always welcome it
The happiness and joy
The timeless kindness

Get trapped inside reality
See the lack of betterment
The overpowered *government

Everybody runs from it
People die of ignorance
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