Deep brown eyes
Windblown hair
Life on wheels
Never slowed me down
I have a story i am willing to share
If you're willing to listen

Hiya I'm Jake, I'm gay and I enjoy my boyfriend. I play drums because it's weird to see a wheel chaired guy singing in the front you know. I'm good I guess. >^^< meow

Float.
Float away with me.
Take my shaking hand and steady me.

Drift.
Drift away with me.
Take my trembling waist and lead me.

Steady me and lead me
through this world's structured madness.

My feet need to leave this pavement.
My ankles are turning to stone.

My toes crave the clouds.

I cried in despair,
Begging to be spared
"Please stop hitting me" I plead
It was too late. I could no longer flea...
He did this for so many years,
Until I stood up and wiped away my tears.
I'm now safe and sound,
But these ugly scars still remain.
His constant insults drove me insane.
His brutal beatings left me in pain.
So you may say,
"How are you still okay?"
The truth is I am scared no longer,
For all that pain only made me stronger.
I didn't lose,
Because time heals all wounds.

Standing just outside the chapel doors
My brother holding the urn that held your ashes
My sister on his left, I on his right

I told myself
"hold it together, hold it together"
God, I didn't want to cry
But just as the musician started playing the piano
Tears welled up within my sorrowed eyes
My heart started to beat so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest
I felt the eyes of so many people follow us as we walked down what seemed to be an everlasting walk
All the people who loved you
That had been affected by your spirit
By the loss of your beautiful soul

Lighting the candles that surrounded you was so ******* hard
My hand was shaking so hard
Tears blurred my vision
Why had this terrible disease chosen you to conquer, why would depressions demons choose such a selfless human being to take from such a loving family

It always amazes me
how gullible some people can be.
For they never take the time to try and see
just what the heck is going on with me.
They never take the time to realize
that all of my pain is hidden in my eyes.
Nor does it ever come to their minds that those tears  of “joy" are actually tears of sorrow.

I’ve masked my pain for too long!
I don’t know how much longer I can hold on!
All I think about now is how much I long for that release,
by which people refer to as only something done by those who are weak.

They don’t understand how at ease it makes some of us feel
to cut ourselves and watch ourselves bleed.
They don’t understand that for some of us it feels good to do so
because it feels like we are ridding ourselves of our burdens.

I’ve masked my pain for so long
that it's getting to the point where I'm about to lose hope.
Yet there is a very faint voice inside my head
that tells me that someone in this world full of shades of gray,
that doesn't believe in my falsified bliss
and that they're coming to my rescue.

I really want this to be true,
so that my life will no longer be so blue.

I want to get rid of all of the lies
and say goodbye to this mask once and for all!