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I hear people echo
"I don't want to just survive
I really want to live."
But what if surviving is hard enough on it's own?
What if it takes every molecule of my strength
Just to get out of bed?
What if my past, and traces of it
Including those bits surrounded by ashes
Infect every crevice of my being?
How can I
"Live life to the fullest"
If my body and my mind do not want
To let me live at all?
Perhaps the worst part is
I have no desire
For any Prince Charming
Or dark, mysterious man riding in on a stallion
To come swoop in and save me from myself.
Just Words

swindle
fraudulence
deceit
scam
those words cheat us
happy
joy
fun
laugh
those words bless us
depression
sadness
hopelessness
suicidal
those words worry us
bewildered
baffled
dumbfounded
perplexed
those words confuse us
awesome
amazing
terrific
outstanding
those words are us
love
lust
***
passion
those words excite us
jealous
selfish
vindictive
desirous
those words envy us
all these words can describe
everyday feelings we all share.
Everyday I miss you
I don't think I can make it through
Without you this world loses it's joy
I remember you as a sparkling young boy

Once full of promise and potential
But what was to happen, so influential  
On that faithful day my brother died
Knowing from then you'd never be by my side

This cruel world has beaten me down
This depression is merely met with frown
No one understands my inner feeling
My mind I must set to healing

How can I go on with this guilt
This beautiful life we built
So swiftly and cruelly taken away
Upon your lonsome grave sits a solemn bouquet
Articles of clothing,
writ by the wearer,
Particles of loathing,
spit by the swearer

We wear our souls on our sleeves

hand-paid machines
print letters of jest
on wallet-proof vests

sifting society's sincerity
through media's selective filter
cleverly diffusing the difference
between adverbs and adverts

Green is the new black

Trading black paper
for greener souls

-or-

Greed is the new snack

Feeding omnipotent omnivores
with insatiable goals

The bell sighs,
"Let freedom toll."
We fall as one
as rain into a
sea of subjectivity;
each droplet,
individual in choice,
ripples across the entire surface

— The End —