Dear God,
*******
For everything you've put us through
The people here who write about
Sadness, depression, lost love
Heartbreak, anger, pity
It's not fair what we have to endure
Every single day
So I don't think you actually exist
But if you do,
*******, God.
*******.

There is no such thing
In this so destructive life
As a weak martyr

**** life
Its such a
Never ending
Circle of
Cliche stories
We love
We hate
We ****
We abstain
It doesn't matter
None of it
Not for me anyway
I might as well be dead
Believe me
I wish that i was dead
I can't do any
**** thing right...

I am the captain of my soul
I am the master of my fate

With the twinkling stars, I set sail to my new life

Where the music hums carelessly
And the children play freely

Where parents aren't allowed and there is never a frown

There's never a glumy day because that's where darkness likes to hang

We're known around here as the children who like the roam
For adventure is our middle name

So come with me where your dreams are born and where darkness never plays

With the twinkling stars to guide our way, all the way to this place

This oh so wonderful place

To the place that is called...

Neverland

I walk the aisles of the store searching my list and the shelves.

I search for ingredients to cook some food.
I search for fabric to create and sew.
The things I search for I never find.

I do not search for first aid supplies to repair my broken skin.
I do not search for sharp objects to break my hidden skin.
The things I do not search for I find in minutes.

I leave the aisles of the store with items
to destroy instead of items to stay alive.