Where have you been?
Where are you going?
We suffer day in and day out,
Without understanding or knowing.
Explain to me where you've been,
You'll say, what you've done,
And how proud you are,
And it is, but doesn't seem to be so bizzare.
We are so shallow with each other,
We know nothing about our friends,
We share our deepest problems,
Hoping that maybe they can solve them.
But they don't know our past,
They don't really know who we are,
So how are they to help us?
And why do we, in them, put all our trust?
We are confusing beings,
Creatures of our own
Problem creating, attention seekers,
Without reason, we're emotional believers.

It's as if I left you the key
To my heart;
It was under the mat,
And you used the key to rob me
Of all I had;
My dignity.
I try to walk it off,
Holding my head high,
But tears stream down my face
And its hard to look strong
As you're puffy eyed.
My heart hates you,
But my mind won't stop
Reminding me of you,
The way you used to be,
The old you.
Broken, shattered, and torn,
My heart has been thinly worn,
And that might just be all I can handle.
So get a handle of your life,
And I'll try to get one on mine,
But this wont be easy,
Because no matter how hard I try,
I just keep slipping
And asking myself, why.

You're supposed to care,
So when you want to start,
Ill be waiting here;
Waiting for you to give a ****,
About your own flesh and blood.
As everday goes on,
I lose hope more and more
That you'll ever care.
But you've clearly proven
That you never have and never will,
So why do I even bother?

I miss you more than ever,
And as the tears stream down my cheeks
It's too much effort to be clever,
Because you're gone
And it's been three years
Which only make the tears
Stream faster and longer.
I still remember you how you were,
But I can't forget the way I last saw you,
It hurts me to know how much pain
And suffering you went through.
And to think that everything that's happened
In the past three years,
You never experienced.
I had surgery, to remove a tumor,
I'm in better shape now than ever before,
You never saw me graduate and walk that raised floor.
You never will know who I grow up to be,
Or what I grow up to do.
I don't know why,
But right now it's so hard to focus on life,
Because more than anything else,
I miss you.

When you hold a flame to an unlit wick
It takes an unbearably long time to catch.
The wick is pretty and new,
Covered from top to bottom
In a waxy coating of armour
That keeps it safe longer.

When you hold a flame to a previously lit wick
It catches fire within a few seconds of exposure.
The wick isn't so new anymore,
It's walls have been burned down
It's armour is gone and the
Beaten up wick is vulnerable.

When you think about it:
We spend the majority of our lives
Behind closed doors.
Whether it is in the privacy of our homes,
Or in our offices, schools, or church.
Most of what we do is hidden from the world.
And you never really think about what
Other people might be dealing with,
But a simple word could have them in tears.
We don't take the time to ask about
Their scars or any defining aspects of their life.
We live in a world of small talk,
And artificial friendships.
Talk to a veteran. Understand.
Find people that you have known for years,
But never truly got to know them.
Many of us don't know each other's full name,
Let alone what takes place in their household,
Or what their financial situation is,
Or why they stopped texting you back.
In reality we assume that we grew apart from them,
Or that they are mad at us; melodramatic.
But their phone service got cancelled because they
Couldn't make the payments,
Or their house got foreclosed and they're embarrassed
To talk about it.
If we consider ourselves to be their friend,
Then we should be there for them in every situation.
Be personable with everyone,
Forgive people who do wrong to you,
Love people; not just some people,
Love everyone.
We spend to much time and energy
Hating people and things.
How many times a day do you say,
"I hate"? And how many times a day
Do you say, "I love"?
That is what is wrong with people today.
Don't forget to pray
To keep it away
Keep the hate away,
Love everyone.
Inhale the future,
Exhale the past.
And pray.

Like that old sweater
In the back of your closet,
You know the one I'm talking about;
It was your favorite,
You wore it all the time,
And it may not fit right anymore,
But you can't get rid of it,
Well, because it was your favorite
For all these years,
There are so many memories
Tied to that sweater.
And maybe not all of them are happy,
Or make you smile when you wear it,
But it hold the secrets and scars of your past,
So you have to keep it, naturally.
But every time you take that sweater
From the back of your closet to see
If it matches your outfit,
And you decide,
Maybe not today,
You see the faded color,
You see the memories,
And you know, just like your sweater,
You're wearing thin.

I feel worthless,
Like a body without bones,
I'm just a puddle of useless parts,
And my voice is just a drone.
No matter what I do,
Something good or bad,
I get yelled at regardless,
By both my mom and dad.
I get yelled at everyday,
And I cry every night,
But I'm too weak to put up a fight,
When I know it's just going to happen again;
Light or dark, it does not matter,
The yelling just never stops,
I wonder if it's all my fault anyway.
I need to know before my heart pops or bursts from this pressure.
As if school isn't already hell,
Just crawling through the hallways between the bells,
Harsh kids with even harsher words,
I shouldn't let it bother me, but it really hurts.
After years of antagonizing, the pain builds up,
And if I'd been drinking this suffering, It'd fill ten million cups.
This is just an under exaggeration,
Because the pain is worse than I can describe,
I don't want to live on this earth or have this life,
Pains that bring up the thought of suicide.

The weight on my shoulders,
The pressure on my spine,
I was pulled from the wreckage,
Lucky to be alive.

But am I really lucky?
What is there for me to live for?
The guilt, pain, being a burden,
And others, always expecting more?

My body aches and cracks,
Like I am old and frail,
But I'm just a kid, a teenager,
With a few loose nails.

******* up and odd,
I had my whole life planned out,
But once I was pulled from the wreckage,
Those plans have turned to doubts.

Stronger than any mountain,
With a heart twice that size,
A little rough around the edges,
But I'm so glad she's alive.

Life shoves her to the ground,
But she picks herself up,
She's so strong, though she feels
No stronger than a paper cup.

I can't imagine my life,
Without her daily inspiration,
Shake off the dirt, pick yourself up,
No time for hesitation.

She tells herself, I can do it,
To make it through every day,
She is an inspiration to many,
Because she will never give way.

She's been through so much,
And not too many are aware,
Dealing with pains, that for some of us,
Would be too hard to bear.

She never gives up on us,
She is the rock that holds us steady,
Because, no matter what life throws at her,
She will always be ready.

Broken and battered,
With a heart that's no better,
You stretched out my heart-strings,
And now they're all tethered.

People call me independent,
But I see it as alone,
I made my heart a place
For you to call home.

But you destroyed it,
You made a mess of the place,
And all the distress you have caused me,
Can be seen on my face.

You were always welcome,
And you took advantage of that,
You nested yourself in my heart,
Like a little burrow for a rat.

You scratched and clawed,
But I never kicked you out,
You were always welcome,
And you still are, without a doubt.

You see, it was love, real love,
That's what I felt for you,
You said you loved me,
But that was a lie too.

Red eyes
Have protected me
From your lies.

Blurred vision,
slurred speech,
Brought memories into reach.

Do I want to forget,
Or wish to remember,
Regardless, I am upset.

Is it wishful thinking,
Or my mind playing tricks,
All along I knew you were leaving.

I feel your warm skin next to mine,
Your soft lips pressed up against me,
Your smooth hands caressing my body.
I look into your eyes and see
The person I love more than life itself;
I see the way you look back at me.
The love in your eyes
Must be hard to disguise,
Or maybe just when you're around me.
I run my fingers through your hair,
I let them brush your beautiful cheek,
I'd do anything for you
To keep that way you look at me.
I lay my head on your chest,
And hear your heart beat;
***-***, ***-***, ***-***
Sounds like sweet music to me.
As we lay here, holding tightly to the other,
I think of just how much I love you,
And how you'll never know.