I am terrified. Its a circle. A cycle. I ask for help. But still choose self-destruction. I hate to be alone yet alone is my most comfortable home.

I smile.. I am a facade..

The black hole for the kind. The nuke for the heartless. The failure who has grown hatred. The love who became hate.

The one left behind..

The man who wishes for escape..

But can never escape himself..

I am the battle within a shattered heart..

Torn asunder..

Ripped apart

Politically correct
Innocent lives in debt

Like knives to our hearts you are malevolent.
Talk up a moral storm you are extravagant.

Masks of benevolence you're held in reverence.

See the problem is some see through this to your core and its cold calculating wit.

See you for what you are

For God's sake I could pay my bills for a year with the same amount of money you used to buy your car.

You are an epitome of manipulation, a paramount form of deception, genius enough in presentation to appear caring as you wreak devastation on a nation stagnant in invisible, and emotional condemnation, forcing us to be focused on living with dimming and dying hope you are our annihilation.

Formal in wreaking havoc to life you appear politically correct but you are the pain of lies that leaves love slain. So much pain..

The rain of a soul beneath shattered eyes

The weavers of amoral demise

Your eyes lie when you make promises

Ours cry..

Promises.. Again?..

Promises.. So many promises..

Heartlessness, sicknesses, you did this.

You wrote this story, you damaged lives, led em' amiss then sadistically justified this, you are in bliss despite innocence that died from this over and over you punish our existence to profit shamelessly from it.


Heh.. Well then..

Tell me how you know pain. You use our lives for monetary gain. You are the reason we feel insane. The cause of broken heart's rain.

You feed the rich..

You thieve the poor.. And still you want more..

You are politicians.. So correct..

Despite millions of lives wrecked..

You still press on..

All to cash..

Your..

Oh so beloved..

Check...

If feelings are real why am I judged when I feel? Why is a heart only of value when its not tattered to shreds, battered and dead, lonely and cold my home is my bed.

Instead of wondering why I say what I said know I live alive but feel like I'm dead.

Having a heart is something of value, you say this yet still hearts torn apart walk on a line, on the left is appearance, the right a result of society's malfeasance. Left is for eyes. The right why hope dies.

I need my mom. I need my Dad.. I need back the family that I once had. Give me the love and give me the past. Help me live a life of hope truly unmasked. Task of a saint, heart of blue paint, people have tried but my heart has grown faint.

Agony inside, weight of the world, strength of steel, cruel and unreal.

This is damage you cannot heal. This is hope slain and then pain been made real. It's exposing my heart but that's how I feel.

Smiles can be the best lie.

We both know why.

Just a memory
Just a lie
The way they used me
Praying to die

Feigning smiles by day
Floodgates of a heart by night
Opened to keep one alive
Closed at dawn just to survive

I guess..
That's life..

Judged for negativity
Wear your mask

I can't wear mine
Can't walk your line

Life is naught but a task as of late..
Such is fate..

Still my choice I guess..
Its all a mess..

I will drown in rain to live
I will never weave lies to survive

So stay out of my cloud of rain

And smile to hide your pain

Time...

A fine line
Walked on by some, run on by others

Stood still upon by the wise and the fools

Different reasons
Different views

Seasons pass
Feelings brew

Billions of people
Just like you

Wondering why
Wondering who

Wanting a good life
In a world that can harm

A world that can cut
A world that can leave itself behind

You really aren't that alone
Nor am I

But the long nights..
Oh those long nights..

Opening the scars unseen, invisible..
Remnants of heart's fights
Life's lights
Stars in a dream's night

Memories to hold close
Memories from time
We are fine

We walk our lines..

Mirrors draw them as well
Eyes in a mirror

Souls in a cage..

Mysteries of silence..
Spilled on a page..

Appearances
The hope of judgement
The expressing of oneself a tool for sentiment
Judge not the appearance of the woman 
Nor the postured stature of any man

She never meant it
No money she had to end it
Then judgement was thrown against it
Her silence lives where pain went..
 
As she walked through a doctor's doors
You called her everything
Then a little bit more

As she lost what was dreams
Still hated ever more..
Forever scorned..

He was kind
Society is so blind
No one is born with baggies in hand
Money is torture, so he made a drug plan

Now take the father or mother
They simply fell ill
Yet even still verbally they abuse them
Hating them on a whim at your will..

Homeless after a career
A Mother
A Father
You created their fear
And on the streets humanity ends
Pain draws so near..

Looked at as bums..
Seriously?
My God ***?

This leaves me stunned
Anger of all gods we wrote into existence
Now only fuel for each instance of judgment
Harsh words in an instant
Devoid of raw substance

What have we done? 

Do you not see this?

We took love and kindness

Now they seem dead
I want to live freely..

As my heart burns in my head..

I think of good soldiers chock full of lead

What have we done?

We should have loved instead..
Look at them

Real lives
That have been rendered dead

A horror, tears on our pillows
Souls of weeping willows..

The unspoken thoughts that live in my head
Beg you to care instead..

Please learn love..
Kindness..

We can still make it
If we work hard at it, friend..

We can end up ahead
Speeding toward goodness

A lesson
Pain of the past

Light speed for light years.. Years long 
Tears fall strong..

I sing with words silent
Setting aside my hells inside..

Sometimes in life you just gotta move along..

Will you hear my song?

Because we have had this strength

...

Had it all along..