Tragedy*  *is when something unbearable happens
and all life around you comes to a stop.
It is like you are forever living in that worse possible moment and you stop dancing to life.
That song that once had been playing, is now just an infinite, ravenous, and  vex  beat.
The sound that will  repeat,
and  repeat,
and  repeat.
You conclude to yourself that you are no longer you, and your being can never look at itself the same way it did before.
You look at yourself knowing things will  never  be the same,
as if once you were happy dreading it will never be again, and you  fade  *away
until you are nothing more
and your life ends.

Life does not have the answers.
You are the answer.
Accept it
&
Stop questioning life's ways when
life doesn't ask you questions.

W h e n  a  W a r m  H e a r t  G o e s  C o l d
I t ' s  T o  G i v e  I n t o  T h e  N e w
&
G e t  R i d  O f  T h e  O l d

Reality hit me and it is too much for me to handle.
Now life has pulled another scandal.
The crash with whip lash sending me hitting the front dash of my mind latch has me hurting,
because the door swung close on my life.
Locking me shut without an escape so I make one.
Shallow slivers from the Sharp Sheared razor blades gliding across my skin because I'm a sin.
Breaking the pieces watching it all fall apart.
Trying to stop the pain in my heart.
Leaking life down my body, on the sink, and on the floor,
To the core, I never wanted to feel this sore.

Like a bomb,
emotion hit me.
Since the collision,
my mind
has been everywhere.
And like a puzzle
I tried to piece myself back together,
But in this treasure hunt
I can't find myself.

Ready?
no.
Action.
Unfair
life
is.
I
didn't
want
this.
­Cut
!
Try
Again.
Action.
IT
HURTS.
No
More,
No
More.
Stop.
J­ust
Stop
this.
Cut.
Try
again
Action.
Why
...
Why
...
Cu­t
I
Cant
Tell
YOU.
Try
Again.
ACTION

...
Life
you
are
so
unfair
...
CUT.
TRY
AGA­IN.
ACTION*
...

Sometimes,
somewhere in my mind it scratches through the surface.
It eats me alive inside. So how is it that*  I am  still apart of this life.
In mine,  Corruption
in my criminal mind leaves me  NOT  fine.
Chosen  to keep moving closer to my heart that can still be defined.
Inclined and unaligned through my spine,  I see the  story through my eyes and it pulls me behind.
My  world  is unkind.
As  for this life
I used to fight,
and for I  never  shined.
So It's  FINE?
No, here I wine about the life of my  **corrupted minds.

Thoughts will knock on the walls of my skull
in my mind divine, twisted, and dull.
They would tell me that I'm nothing, over and above that I'm useless is what it would call.
I would try to feel tall
but they would knock me down to make me feel so small.
I'd have had enough and began to fall, to were i felt
I didn't need a life at all.

Here I am
Deep within'.
this whole time I had been looking down the wrong end of the tunnel
Looking for the light.
for sometime,
I thought it was  *Humanity  who shed it's red around me.
Verses my mind
and heart, it is a continuous, on going battle for me.
I knew this whole time it was up to me to win.
it wasn't the life around me, it is me.
I'm never giving up this change, I'm giving it a chance.
*And I wasn't ready.

it was late at night when things got silent.
a mid aged woman's daughter, snook her moms bottle, the same bottle that sent her mom insane just earlier that night.
the girl drank gagging to the taste, and she kept drinking.
the bottle then became empty.
her world was blurry
just like her mind that night.
she was numb just like her heart,
it was like a dream to her.
she was chasing the butterflies the same way she would chase her dreams.
alive, and walking dead.
she went into the bathroom and looked up in a mirror were she saw nothing.
she felt worthless to herself so she sat on the floor, took out a razor and began taking it apart.
holding her blades hesitant and courageous, she began to hover over her wrists.
the sensation of release before the slicing through her fragile angelic skin.
she cut and it was deeper than what she could normally take.
she counted as the drops of her own blood spilled out, watching the life fading away from her right before her very eyes.
she started to loose count and began to look up at herself.
she waned to go back but it was already too late.
she fell to the ground before she could even scream her pain.
she dropped beneath the ground and kept sinking.
oh god where did she go...

3... 2... 1...
Life is fear.
It is our jobs to get over that fear.
As we raise our heads high like our spirits
And start taking steps,
You will get there.
Everyone is given a chance to get there,
Don't ignore it.
You don't have to master the step.
You just have to be apart of it.
I'll hold your hands through apart of it,
But you can't be afraid to walk alone sometimes.
There will be obsticles, you can get over them.
Nothing in this world, is going to tell you that you cannot live to be happy.
If anything is telling you that you are afraid to let go, it's lieing.
Prove your thoughts wrong, because one day you will get mind blown with happiness.
All those thoughts will leave you and you become you again.
All we have to do is take this step.
I'm stepping, are you coming with me?
We will find out, 1... 2... 3...