Social media has led to this world
Of anti-social people;
Created this void for seeing others
Face to face - let's just skype or facetime.
It's no wonder so many teens of this
Generation think they are depressed,
They base all self worth on the number
Of likes they get on their selfies.
The number of followers and
Online "friends",
I'm just saying,
This is only the beginning.
Whenever something happens,
Whether good or bad,
Everyone gets out their phones to video
And post to Youtube - it's a new fad.
People text and message each other,
They are dating through social media sites,
Every instance of their relationship is through media,
Half of all break ups occur through text - that aint right.
What happened to the days of playing outside,
And kids going on play dates while their parents bond,
Now the kids I babysit have an iPad, tablet, computer,
And an iPhone which is nicer than mine.
Did I mention they're only 5, 3, and 7,
And they share their electronic toys,
But what happened to going to playgrounds
To play with other girls and boys?
Now they only play online,
Because their friends are all online too,
They're saying, "Hey man, give me a life",
But sadly, this is what their life has become and there's nothing I can do.

There's a roof over my head
But it's got holes in it,
Everything in life pushes
Against me, makes me want to quit.
I just have to remember
To hold my head high,
And before I know it
Another day has gone by.
I've got people all around me
To help push me through,
Even if they don't know me,
They help, they really do.
Just because life gets ******,
Doesn't mean you should quit,
It means life's handing you a test,
You've got no time to study,
All you can do is do your best.

Heavy eyelids,
The lull of a fan,
A dark room,
But not pitch black.
There is a light on in the hall,
And the door is open a crack.
Every second feels like an eternity,
As she slowly starts to drift off.
Darkness surrounds her,
She feels her body sinking into the mattress,
The blankets around her seem enveloping.
Her head rests gently on the pillow,
But at the same time, sinks into the pillow,
As if she is sinking into quick sand.
Her brain keeps going,
She falls quickly into a deep sleep,
Forgetting everything that happened that day.
Her back, which ached, is now being put to rest,
Her body gets a break from everything,
But her mind keeps going.

How many heart strings have to break
Before you die of a broken heart?
How many shards of glass must enter my skin
Before im completely torn apart?
How many times can someone be beaten and battered
Before they become broken for good?
How many hearts in the world feel numb
From the ice growing around them?
But is the ice on your heart
There to heal it from pain
Or is it there
Because you no longer care?
Play the blues on my
Heart strings
So that I can feel the rhythm
As I sing.

Some people are pig headed,
Others are good for nothing,
Losers, Jerks, *******, etc.
But you, you're more than all of that,
Or should I say, less.
You don't even deserve to be called anything,
You are nothing to me,
Except the ruiner of all things good and holy,
A destroyer of innocence.
I hate you.

He runs his fingers through my hair
And kisses my mouth and neck,
He whispers in my ear
But it's not him I'm thinking of, it's you, dear.
He caresses my body
As I lie next to him all night,
He gets reactions out of me,
But I wish you were beside me.
I hear his heart beating fast
And as the night goes on it gets faster,
But he isn't the one I need beside me,
It's you that I need.
You're the one that I love,
He simply is in my bed with me,
But you, you're so much more to me
Than any other guy could be.
I was too stupid to realize
Just how much I need you,
I was too caught up in attention to realize
I want to be with you.

People always say,
"I'm sorry for your loss",
And, "They're in a better place now".
But really, a person that
You were close to is gone,
Not just temporarily, no,
They are dead.
Deceased, dead, passed away,
Kicked the bucket,
Death, gone, angelic,
In heaven, with the Lord,
However you want to put it,
They are gone, and they aren't coming back.
They may have died of natural causes,
Or maybe had a heart attack,
Maybe they had a rare condition,
Or maybe their heart was full of plaque.
Maybe they were killed
By someone with a heart of stone,
Or maybe they died during ***,
Their last breath-- a strong moan.
They could have died in surgery,
On top of the operating table,
Or possibly they killed them self,
Stabbing, pills, or hanging with a cable.
Whatever the cause of death may be,
That person is no longer here,
People die all the time,
Everyone we know will soon disappear.