Hello friends I have a message to say
I'll say it before my head goes astray. 
You don't care about me or others,
You're selfish and hide in the covers. 

Don't take this the very bad though, 
I am as selfish as and down as low. 
No one isn't selfish in this little space, 
We all just want to win this race. 

At times we want peace to be there, 
But it's violent and no one will care. 
Peace won't ever happen in this life, 
People like living in all of this strife. 

It's not even safe to go for a walk, 
We need a key for this to unlock. 
The key for happiness and serenity, 
The key just to find your identity. 

It's hard to not know who you are, 
When all you have is a terrible scar. 
I don't want to sleep when I think, 
I just wish some memories to shrink. 

I need something special to appear, 
Something to help end my fear. 
Not just my fear but the fear around, 
Remove the fear pound by pound. 

I need to wake up and smell the roses
But it's hard with the scene it poses. 
I can't wake up when I can't sleep, 
I'll just sit there counting sheep. 

 Who really will ever care,
I don't know but I will always be there 
How can this world really be right,
The answer is found when it's bright. 

I'm wounded in this scary creation,
A creation going into full damnation. 
Someday people will understand this,
Only when they find what they miss. 

Give us a reason to live,
And a reason we should give. 
We need a savior to help us stay here
Some people will die because of fear. 

I hate seeing others die for no reason
They search from season to season. 
It's so sad when someone has died, 
So sad that they just sat and cried. 

People need to realize what they do,
What they need is to get a clue. 
People are such terrible creatures,
Some have the worst of features. 

Sometimes people end lives with fear, 
They're the kind that can't steer. 
People need to open they're eyes,
They could be a reason for goodbyes

Sometimes life is hard to survive,
But you have to continue to strive. 
Your strength may seem to fade, 
We may stumble and fall into shade. 

Sometimes we will encounter pain, 
It'll seem so bad as you sit in the rain. 
Pain is a thing meant to keep inside, 
But it may show as we lose our pride. 

We may hate it but pain will stay in us
It doesn't matter if you cry and fuss. 
We all live with it that's what they say
But some live perfect lives every day. 

Life is a game not meant to be fair,
From the time we're born to lost hair. 
Some were created better than me,        
I just wish they weren't set so free. 

I don't know when this will all close, 
I just have to sit and wait I suppose. 
I will fight for everyone sad and live,
It is the most I can do except forgive.

The madness creeping through my veins. 
The evil lurking through my body. 
Trying to take control once more. 
It'll stop at nothing and win at nothing. 

It can try but it won't succeed. 
It's a battle to be fought forever. 
We all have our battles and we all fight. 
Those who chose to give up will always lose. 

If everyone fought their own battles then there would be less problems. 
If we all were stronger things would be better. 
If we all were respectful less problems would appear. 
If we all got along life would be great. 

We all have different fights inside. 
Different pain that can't heal. 
Pain that can only be fought forever. 
Some pain is to just let go. 

It crawls through you like snakes. 
Slithering through to the core. 
Eating you up until you're weak. 
To have the will and faith is the only way. 

Other people may see your fighting. 
Other people may try to help. 
To some, trying to help means losing sight of their own battle. 
This can be good or bad. 

To scream from the pain as it creeps. 
To cry as the slithering courses on through. 
Others watch and some open up to their battles. 
To some people it causes more battles. 

Passing your pain and leaving it in the night. 
Leave it all behind. 
Be strong. 
Never let it touch you again. 

Scream as it bites at you. 
Throw it away. 
Rip it out of you. 
Fight it, and it will forever be dead in the darkness. 

It wants you to die. 
It's so evil. 
The pain inside won't give up. 
It'll watch you fall away. 

Tear it from your body. 
Leave it for dead. 
Don't let it back in. 
We'll be fine. 

You're body is a home for goodness. 
Bodies have been laid out flat with the victory of evil. 
Some laid out after a life of good. 
Let the pain go away. 

The evil pain in your body is gone. 
Your life is your battleground. 
Your life is yours. 
You life is in your hands.

THANKS
To everyone,
Happy thanksgiving.
And I hope you all get to see loved ones.
Never take the things you appreciate for granted.
K...ites are cool...
Sorry I lost my train of thought.

Thanksgiving is here.
For those in other countries,
Say "thanks" and pig out.

Why look for all of those pieces,
In and out of all the creases?
Build yourself newer, stronger walls.
Build them where you don't have to watch as it all falls.
Watch as your strength suddenly increases.

The pain. 
The agony. 
The tenseness of your body. 
The rage. 

Everything inside is burning. 
Everything raging inside. 
Everything out of control. 
Everything inside is chaos. 

Your body is mad. 
Your body is crazy. 
Your body is weak. 
Your body is terrified. 

To cry alone. 
To lay alone. 
To pray alone. 
To die alone. 

Rage going crazy. 
Rage is on fire. 
Rage is mad. 
Rage is taking over. 

Bliss is sweet. 
Bliss is perfect. 
Bliss is rare. 
Bliss is fleeting. 

Fear is hateful. 
Fear is terrible. 
Fear is common. 
Fear is there. 

Weakness taking over. 
Weakness fighting for you. 
Weakness dying inside you. 
Weakness is you. 

Fighting inside consumes you. 
Fighting outside loathes you. 
Fighting everywhere reaps you. 
Fighting is you. 

Failure isn't an option. 
Failure is a path. 
Failure is in us all. 
Failure is imminent. 

Leadership is in us all. 
Leadership is dangerous. 
Leadership is for a good soul. 
Leadership isn't meant for all. 

Goodness is a great thing. 
Goodness is an uncommon thing. 
Goodness is hard to find.  
Goodness is easy to make. 

Brokenness is my thing. 
Brokenness makes you stronger. 
Brokenness builds you up. 
Brokenness defines us all. 

Happiness is so amazing. 
Happiness makes us better. 
Happiness makes us wake up. 
Happiness is all we need. 

Love is a wondrous being. 
Love is only a rarity. 
Love will fill your soul with goodness. 
Love can make the worst the best. 

For us all we shall be happy. 
We will all be respectful. 
We will all be happy. 
We will all fail. 

The key is to accept some defeats. 
The key is to be all you can be. 
The key is to disperse from bad. 
The key is to embrace the greatness.

I wanna fly.
I wanna be able to touch the sky.
I wish I could soar.
I want nothing more.

I wish I could go through outer space.
I could go at my own pace.
I wouldn't have to rush things.
I could wait and see what the cosmos brings.

I wish I could touch the stars.
The entire universe could be ours.
We could do what we want with ease.
Can we not ruin this please?

To be young is amazing.
Getting older is a sad, but enlightening feeling.
You can do things freely as young kid,
But get a feeling of gratitude by growing up.

Being young and feeling old is a very interesting feeling.
It makes you feel grown up and accepted.
Wanted.
Needed.

Being old and feeling young is interesting.
I haven't gotten old yet, but I'm old enough to know.
I'm not going to like it.
I'd rather be young and wild
Than old and mild.

To put in perspective,
You get one shot to make it right.
You get one chance to be effective.
Just one.

You think you get infinity,
But that's where you're wrong.
You need to make it to affinity.
We tend to sit back and wait.

You miss so many chances.
Opportunities leave because you were lazy.
You disregard all the glances.
The glances telling you to go.

Never wait around for things to happen.
You get held down instead of moving.
When you wait, things get misshapen.
I will never wait around again.

I know this place.
This dark, horrid place.
This place is nothing but a nightmare.
A nightmare that eats me away.

I go round and round trying to get away.
Each time it's different.
Each time I feel different.
I know how to leave, but I feel at home.

I know it isn't right calling it home,
But where else do I have to go?
Who else can I turn to?
Who can I turn to besides the Dark?

No one cares enough to stay as much.
No one knows me better than it.
Maybe I do belong here.
In this scary nightmarish place.

It can't be true though.
I know someone will get me out.
Someone will keep me from walking right back in.
They will be my hero.

They will never be forgotten.
I will cherish that person forever and ever.
I need a savior to rescue to me.
I can feel them getting closer to me now...

Forget about the bad things you've done.
The promises to yourself you've broke.
Forget them.
The choices that may be immoral.
Forget them.
The fights you've started.
Forget them.
The selfish deeds you've done.
Forget them.
The pain you have stored inside.
Forget that.
You are new and free to begin a new life.
Don't forget that.

Whether people know it or not,
We all have thoughts of a plot.
A plot so terrible to say,
One that'd be bad to play.
It's our imaginations at best,
The creativity at crest.
The flowing of emotion,
Such a terrible notion.
My imagination is crazy,
Although sometimes it gets a little lazy.
Who wants to go off the deep end?
Well I guess it all depends.
Putting my mind at work is nice.
It makes me feel as cool as ice.
I like going at things I like.
It's like when I take a hike.
When I walk,
I tend to talk.
I talk to myself of course.
It has an incredible force.
It's as if it I talk to the perfect friend.
One who is there.
One who will always care.
I love that person.

There once was a kid named Me
Who ran off with my conscience and the key.
The key to my soul,
Without mercy he stole,
Now I'm stuck and cannot break free.

This person,
Creature,
This, thing in me.
What is it?

This is not me.
This is not who I am.
It's not who I want to be.
Why is it in me?

Can I ever be free?

I will let go of everything soon enough.
It can happen.
Of course it can.
When will I be able to?

I will destroy this monster.
I will be new.
No, I will be me.
I will return to myself.

When can I be back again?

It's been a while since I've had you.
That sweet taste.
You stick with me like paste.
You freeze me in an instant.

You're cold to your core.
You go away so quickly.
I'm craving you so bad.
You're the best I've ever had.

Oh cookies n' cream ice cream, I want you right now.

As the stars in the sky come out,
I often ask myself,"who are you?"
I get the answers back,"You're pathetic ."
"You're amazing."
"You can do anything."
"You're probably the coolest person in the world."
"I love who you are."
After that I ask myself,"Am I that pathetic?"

I may not be important to some,
I may be the trauma to others.
I will remain myself at all times. 
I will stop and I will close the shutters.  

I don't know what I'm afraid of
I don't know what is real. 
All I know is that my heart is out,
And everyone closes the seal. 

I'm a victim in this huge world,
I am the dirt people walk over. 
I feel as if I'll be a faint memory, 
I may never get picked as that clover. 

I will walk alone into this place. 
I will not cry as I drown in hate. 
I will beat the world in the end. 
I will shake the pain as it's my fate. 

The world can take me of it wants, 
I don't care I have nothing to lose. 
All I have is sorrows upon pain, 
And the hardest choices to choose. 

Rip my skin from me and tear me up,
Steal my soul and take me away. 
I have nothing to lose,
I promise it's all okay. 

My path is a battle waiting to show,
It's the fight that I reap to the end. 
I'll do what it takes to win,
I'll do whatever I can so I can fend. 

I don't care anymore,
Nothing else matters. 
I'm just a piece of meat,
A soul to be served on evil's platters. 

It doesn't matter because I'm done, 
But I don't want it to be done for. 
I'll keep fighting for what it's worth,
I'll do what it takes to always endure. 

My fate is to lose though. 
I just know it.
My life is irrelevant here. 
I am just playing in this dumb skit. 

Why should I care if they don't return, 
But they fight like I am a toy in here. 
I'm not important in this place. 
I'll just stay and fight all my fear. 

I have so many ways to lose,
I have none to make it to the top. 
I shall find out how hard it is,
How hard it is just be able to stop. 

The promises witnessed broken. 
The times I can't trust anyone. 
So many appear to me. 
So many destroy all of my fun. 

Trust is a funny thing. 
I trust and get beaten down. 
I don't know why I do anymore. 
The damage in me can't be sewn. 

I'll never recover from this damage. 
I'll always be in this cocoon of pain. 
I guess I really can't ever win. 
I will finally at the end be slain.

I'm a victim in this violent world.
In this world there's a crazy flow.
It doesn't make any sense.
I really just want to go.

I'll be free from this world.
Free from the pain.
I don't like it here.
I find happiness but it turns to shame.

My anger turns to fears.
My fears turn to tears.
My tears turn to sorrow.
My sorrow bids goodbye to my morrow.

Heart pounding, like a drum beating heavily inside.
Head spinning, like looking over a mountain edge.
Stomach turning, like you've just eaten bad fish.
Panting, like you've just ran to the edge of the earth and back.
Tiredness, like you've been awake for days.
Nightmares, flooding your dreams like watching memories on video.
Weakness, like you've fallen from the sky onto your knees.
Dizziness, like you're walking through the Sahara Desert.
Boiling temperature, like you're laying under the Death Valley sun.
Anxiety, like you've gone crazy and can't escape a tiny, tiny cell.

For as long as I can remember,
There's never been a wonder such as December.
The time where everything seems to happen together,
And all of those walks in the freezing cold weather.

The time of celebration begins as Christ was born,
Or awaiting the new year as the old one is torn.
Where friends get together and make new memories,
And they all share so much of the same energies.

The time where many sit and live out their days,
They feel as they will never make it through the haze.
Where cold storms blow and cause destruction,
For many it will be the ultimate corruption.

What it really is though is much more than this,
It can be a source of sorrow or bliss.
The winding hours of your year,
Will they be spent in more tears?