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've got a lot to get ready for.
I'm going to be going off soon.
I have college next year.
The end is beginning to loom.

High school will come to an end.
I can't believe it's almost done.
People I've know since I was a child,
The ones with which I've had so much fun.

Senior year came so fast.
It doesn't seem like this is real.
A surreal picture in my mind.
But my life time likes to steal.

The real world will hit me hard.
I'm not ready for it that's for sure.
I still wish I had more years with these people.
It's going to be a lot to endure.

I remember elementary school.
The fun times on the playground.
The shenanigans we all got into.
The time to end it has come around.

*I will miss everyone I've grown up with since I was 4 years old

To fight on.
To continue the battle that is under your skin.
To not give up, unless sacrificing for others.
To feel the pressure on you caving in.

Some days there will be bliss.
A relaxing peace.
A sweet happiness.
The calmness seems to never cease.

Danger comes to play in life.
We work passed it.
A danger we put in the past.
We see the past and must omit.

We shouldn't give up on anything,
No matter how small.
They will make us grow,
They will build up us all.

Some things you have to do,
No matter how bad or scary.
We move on and on,
Remembering to be wary.

Not all of our lives are fortunate.
I've heard of some amazing stories.
Hearing of people's triumphs,
And of their glories.

We keep another soul in us all.
Helping us fight.
Helping us unite.
Showing us the light.

Whenever you get a chance,
Tell your story.
You never know what could happen.
Remember that you are a quarry.

After the battle,
The view is horrid.
The walk a sad one.
Your head will feel torrid.

Why is the aftermath so bad?
Why do people go down the wrong path?
The stubborn ones who try to be heroes.
They felt what is selfisheness' wrath.

Not me.
I walk on down going my way.
I continue to move down road.
Making sure not to go astray.

The way the stars shine bright.
They are mostly all dead stars.
The light shining after all these years.
Still shining for everyone to see.

I can not help but to wonder,
Will my light stay shining when I am gone?
Will people still talk about me for many years?
I hope they see the good that I see in the stars.

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.

As I watched the stars in the night sky,
I couldn't help but want to fly.
It was much better than wanting to die.
I had a real smile and I didn't know why.

I often wonder who else is looking up at the same stars as me.
Staring into the moonlight.
Who else wants to take flight?
I often get intrigued and want higher so I sit in a tree.

I sometimes sit until the morning.
Until the sun shines up high.
Making it a bright crimson sky.
It's so peaceful and there's no warning.

I can be malleable at times.
I listen to the wind and it's word.
I hear the chirping of the morning birds.
My conscience can be sold with just dimes.

When I finally go to sleep I have dreams.
They turn terrible though.
It brings memories from so long ago.
My nightmares have me breaking at my seams.

I don't even know what reality is anymore.
My head gets so heavy.
The stream of thoughts break through my levee.
My nightmares ruin even those that I adore.

Everything so great seems an illusion.
I can't figure it out.
I feel so stout.
My body finally goes through a reperfusion.

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.

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?"

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.

I know a hero.
I bet you do too.
What is a hero though?
Is it someone who saves people?

Is a hero a person who pulls someone out of a burning building?
Maybe someone who takes the fall for someone else.
It doesn't have to be someone who looks gilding.
It can be a stranger you've never met.

A hero is that someone who doesn't let words bother them.
A person who can go about life in a happy manner.
They can take a problem and break it off like a stem.
They can do anything they want.

And I admire all of you like that.

I'm sending in an application.
This will be an indication.
If they accept me I will be happy.
I will go to a wonderful university.

I have wanted to go here for a while.
I will have a lot of work in a pile.
I can't wait to hear back.
I will have my life on track.

I will probably end up in a sob.
I will find a job.
I will grow up soon.
My application will be sent by noon.

I can for sure say I'm nervous.
Before I know it I'll be saying,"at your service!"
I'm scared to move on.
My new life will soon dawn.

For peace and happiness.
For the world.
For all of the things I can't do.
Will it ever happen?

I want to change things.
I want people to be happy.
I want the world to be at peace.
If everyone wanted peace wouldn't we have it?

Why must people push others around?
Why do things have to happen?
Why do people become so unfortunate?
Why do I only sit and watch?

I wish I knew how to help.
Others.
Myself.
The world.

I want to do something for everyone.

The tempest goes on and on.
I'm safe in the eye though.
Sitting on a log with the snow in my face.
Down in the valley I roam.

In the snowy hills surrounded by trees,
I spend my time sitting on a log.
The echoing whisper of the wind moves on out of control.
Then I see a tree still with all of its leaves.

I move on towards the tree.
The only tree still full of leaves.
As I get closer it looks almost sad and droopy.
Maybe it is trying to stay awake all winter.

Maybe it doesn't want to be dormant.
It might not know when to stop,
Just like in human life.
There are some things you just sit back and wait for.

I've been waiting for some time.
I've been waiting as the heavy winds blow around me.
My life has been all but predictable.
But maybe I've waited too long.

The tree alone in the forest has been waiting for too long.
Its leaves hanging on so strong.
Sometimes it's better to just let go,
And grow even stronger.

The snow rests silently.
Moving in the wind.
Slowly falling too the ground.
Never stopping in the cold air.

It becomes part of the land.
It nurtures the ground,
The trees.
The leaves.

All around it falls.
On the ground.
On the trees.
On my head.

It won't quit until it's time is up.

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.

I creep into this space.
This tiny glass place.
I know it all to well.
I came here every time I fell.

The walls falling in on me.
Just wishing they'd hear my plea.
It's all over now.
I've thought too long on how.

It just needs to be the end.
So long I've thought on you I could depend.
No more will I know who I can trust.
I'm just a crumb on the outside of this crust.

I feel comfortable here.
This place is built on fear.
It's almost as if I like it.
I know it's too late to just quit.

So I reach to the sky.
I don't need to wonder why.
I'll continue to push and strive.
I'll get to the time I feel alive.

It is so easy to get angry these days
Especially when my mind is in a haze
I don't wish to be like this
I know that there is something amiss

I enjoy most aspects of my life
Although I am nearing my trife
Hardships come and hardships go
They always say you reap what you sow

I am lazy and full of shame
I really am only to blame
My actions and words are often dumb
So I may as well just **** my thumb

I have no dreams or aspirations
I only desire a long vacation
To move to a place far far away
Where I may look at the trees every day

Never to worry about money or fame
I would extinguish this screaming flame
My life now begins with me
I only wish that I could flee

Sometimes I feel bad.
Sometimes I feel rad.
Sometimes I feel amazing.
Sometimes I feel I'm hazing.

But who am I kidding?
I don't even know what I'm saying.
I'm just going on and on feeling so many things.
I don't usually feel strong for long.

I'm happy, I'm happy,
I'm confused, I'm happy,
I'm sad, I'm confused,
I don't know why but I get so ******.

I need to figure things out,
That's without a doubt.
I love my life,
I hate this strife,

Sometimes it hurts like a knife.

I'm stronger now than I ever was,
I guess it's a good help to my cause.

There is no one else that sticks around like you.
No one knows how to tackle my mind like you do.
It is crazy how well you know me.
If I could only have one friend you would be my only.

I do not know how I gain the courage to open up.
I do not even think about it with other people.
I get a strange feeling of strength around you.
You always help me when I get so blue.

To repay you would be almost unheard of.
I have no clue where to begin.
You give me a sense of security.
One where I know you will not let me stay in obscurity.

The concerned look on your face when I tell you things,
The way you get so empathetic,
It makes me feel like you really care.
You bring me up like I am walking on air.

I have no more respect for anyone else.
You will always be the top of my list.
I think about you whenever I feel like I might lose it.
I remember how you would not let there be another slit.

You do what you have to to make me speak.
You give me a reason to move one.
I wish I could tell you how you bring me to my knees.
And how you see what no one else sees.

There was such a tragedy today.
An elementary school was broken hearted.
Students were killed and their lives swept away.
It is so sad a thing for all those who departed.

Why would anyone do such an awful deed?
I give such empathy to all those passed.
Does anyone have a good creed?
Those poor children had their lives taken away so fast.

All of the memories of those who are gone,
Will be cherished forever by those they love.
They will never get to have new memories drawn.
I pray for the families and loved ones of those gone above.

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.

There is something I need to say.
I always wonder when if today is the day.
I tell myself it will be.
By the end I just decided to flee.

I don't know if it's because I'm scared,
Maybe I'm not prepared.
I shouldn't worry.
But I just leave in a hurry.

All I ever end up doing is running away.
I hate that it ends that way.
It's just the waste of space in my head.
It prevents me from going to bed.

I don't know if you know it or not,
But you're the reason I am and you're all I've got.
It creates madness inside of my brain.
You've seen me go insane.

Fighting off all that pain is hard and it comes back.
You've made me strong and have kept me on track.
You don't know what I need to say.
I can't lose you during my fray.

You've done more for me than I could ever repay.
I'll be leaving soon and going away.
You know I'm scared and I need you.
So when I'm gone what could I do?

You need to know something critical.
I've been here a while and have become cynical.
I may seem a lot different than a year ago.
I know I am but I still have a long way to go.

You'll help me through most of my fights.
The rest I'll keep inside and worry at night.
These things creep up on me and make me fret.
Not telling you is something I'll always regret.

You're the best person in this giant universe.
And I know that sometimes I'm just like a curse.
My words usually end up just fumbling out of me.
But you still listen to my plea.

I know I am not so pleasant.
Even still you treat me like a present.
I often look from the outside and wait.
I wait too long and now it's too late.

You have never once broken any promises.
Some people make promises that are hits and misses.
You just promise as I used to weep.
And you still have one to keep.

I've been thinking about that promise.
Something that could have been a great bliss.
I haven't called it quits.
I'll easily remember it.

It was two years ago when I really needed you.
Now you haven't got a clue.
I think I'll keep it inside.
I'll just wait for you to confide.

You've been the best.
A better person would be long lest.
You have no idea how much I love you.
I don't think you have a clue.

We were there for each other,
That's how we made our way. 
That long summer, 
That ended in dismay. 

It's not fair what had happened,
I didn't even know. 
It's like you disappeared. 
I didn't know where to go. 

Months later I found you,
I found you once more. 
I found my friend,
The one that I adore. 

You left again,
I wasn't as scared. 
I knew that I wasn't alone. 
I knew you cared. 

No one was there for me,
Not like you. 
You were the greatest, 
And I was there for you too. 

Yet again you left, 
But this time I knew. 
You taught me so much. 
I knew what I had to do. 

I still adore everything about you. 
I always will. 
You're such a talent, 
It leaves my mind in a thrill. 

You occasionally come back now. 
Not as much as I want, but why complain?
I have nowhere to go.
I have nothing more to gain. 

I still struggle with some things. 
I'd like you're help sometimes. 
You always knew what to say. 
Now all I can do is make up rhymes.

A stranger is a person.
They're fighting something on the inside.
Just like you they do good things.
Just like you they make mistakes.

A stranger walking down the street.
They could save your life someday.
They could end your life someday.
You never know what could happen.

A stranger could be dying inside.
They could need someone to confide.
A slight hint of kindness could change their life.
If you do something nice you could be friends.

What if that stranger is someone who will change you?
What if that stranger is the one you need?
You may never know.
What if you ruin their day?

A random hello or shove could change your life.
Don't take them for granted.  
Strangers may control your life.
A stranger is a person too.

There's so much out there.
There are billions of stars.
There are stars we haven't even discovered.
But only one star in our entire solar system.

It's amazing that so much is surrounding us,
When it seems like we have it all.
We have slim to none.
But do we have all of the people?

We have billions of people on this planet.
Could it really be all of the people in the universe?
For some reason it still makes me feel lonely.
I'm afraid to find out there are no others out there.

That is why I believe there are more life forms.
I believe there are others so I don't feel so alone.
Maybe they could be our friends.
Maybe they could change our future,

But we can't be alone.

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?

I don't care what you say.
I don't know why you go on.
You act like you can control me.
You think the worst about me.

I don't care what you think.
You act crazy.
Your mind is plotting to take me down.
Well I think that's cute.

You wait for people to come around.
You single me out.
You throw your worst at me.
Little do you know they tell me about you.

I get talked to about your words.
How crazy you seem.
How undeserving I am.
How I am the mature one.

You won't take me down.
Go on and try.
I smirk and walk away.
We had something nice.

You gave it away.

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.

My disposition isn't always a proud one.
The strange world where I can't help but ponder.
I look through and over yonder.
Sometimes it all holds me from my fun.

I struggle with habits.
Some bad and some old.
Sometimes they keep me from being bold.
They keep reminding me of the problems my mid inhabits.

I know I'll get back on track soon.
I have to.
I must stand up and tie my shoe.
I have to break out of this cocoon.

These chains binding me down.
The cold weather freezing me in place.
I always stop and look deep into space.
Soon it'll be time for me to leave this town.

I can not leave if I don't get to work.
I must embrace my dreams.
I have to follow that winding stream.
I have stop act and discontinue to lurk.

My life is in my hands and that's all I know.
I need to get ready for the life ahead.
It's time to start my tread.
Very soon I will go.

It's easier to be angry
I don't need to try
I feel the fire all around me
Burning through everything

The world is a wasteland
The water rises
The wind roars
The air is cold

Trees are falling
Buildings crumble
Everything falls apart
Unitl nothing is left

Remembering what everything was
Watching as it dies
Seeing the nightmare
Waiting to be taken

To be free from the strife.
Only one thing left to find.
The essence that comes from the burdened space inside.
The glow of the light that soon dulls do a flicker.

The burden of facing the darkness with no light.
It is so tiring to wander around with no light.
Going nowhere in the right direction.
Having nowhere to go.

Knowing what is to come next is the easy part.
Thinking about what has already happened is the hardest thing of all.
Setting aside the burden the truth bestows upon hate.
The raging inside knowing it is still alive.

Floating around in the darkness.
Staying in the darkness for all of eternity.
Staying alive in the world with nothing left to do.
To find the light and move on to somewhere else.

Finding the freedom and clenching on to it.
Never letting it go.
That is the only thing needed.
"The price of freedom is steep."

The wind is blowing so hard.
The trees sway, standing strong.
The leaves get blown away,
as they are just minions in this large world.
The sun is still shining,
leading the way.
The sun shines,
showing the path to the great light.
The wind blows,
knocking on my window.
The wind is trying to get to me,
to talk to me.
The wind is pushing the leaves,
taking them through the light.
The wind is a part of nature,
a part of this world.
However violent this world is,
we all need a boost.
We all need a wind to carry us.
To carry us to a place we belong.

We all have separate thoughts, 
We wonder about people's plots. 
It's a tough world we're in, 
We all just can't fight off our own sin. 

We must keep going and persevere, 
It's hard though in this world of fear. 
I know  how it feels to be scared, 
But sometimes you can't be prepared

We all need our answers in our lives,
We look around and let out our cries. 
It stays silent but the answer's there
You just need someone who cares. 

Just when you think it's over it not,
You may lose the battle you fought. 
The scene is scary and really sad, 
You may never really feel this bad. 

It's hard for me and that's for sure, 
I don't even know what to fight for. 
For friends or my own pride, 
What's really worth dying inside?

I hate it here in this large universe,
I can't stand living with this curse. 
It's so deadly but you're  just stuck,
I try to run and hide but I'm out if luck. 

I need you here by my side,
Anyone who can get me back pride. 
Nothing lasts forever I promise this, 
I just need to find my sweet bliss. 

We need to stand together as one,
To some the fight will be won.
Keep fighting and you'll meet an end, good or bad you'll find out it depends. 

I'm losing and I can't help it, 
I have fallen in a dark black pit. 
I can't see where I'm going I'm so lost,
I need a light to help me across. 

I love you and need you here, 
You need to help me leave this fear. 
I have a lot to say but I just can't, 
I hear these voices as they just chant

I will soon have my answers I know, 
I need something that I can show. 
People expect things from me, 
I don't know why but I need the key. 

I'll be done soon I can tell
But it's hard when you're living in hell. 
I'll be fine don't you worry, 
The answers are beginning to scurry

This is the end my dear sweet friends
Goodbye to you as this all ends. 
We'll see each other soon I pray, 
But for now I'll be going astray.

From the deepest depths
     From the ocean of dark
          The deepest trenches

From the highest skies
     The beauty of the clouds
          The whitest light

The Sirens are everywhere.
They call out to me.
Their beautiful song goes on and on.
I can no longer see.

Where am I?
I get so lost.
Lost in thought.
Lost in life.

I need a way out.
A way of my own.
My own path.
My own life.

To have a place to call my own.
To be able to return to a place I'm accepted.
To go back into a place where people light up at the sight of me.
Well, that would be amazing.

There is that place though.
It's in my head.
In my imagination.
The greatest world there is.

I am somewhere between those deepest depths and highest skies.
Somewhere I need to be?
Not somewhere I chose to be.
Somewhere where I can make an impression.

It's an impression I'll make.

Sometimes I feel like I'm made of glass.
An easily shattered soul ready to break.
I still don't know how much I can take.
I wait for something to happen everyday in class.

I want to learn something.
I need to learn an important life lesson.
After winter I wait through the year as the grass goes cresson.
I think about all the time I spend on nothing.

As this goes on I'm very dull.
I become boring and zoned.
Everyone assumes I'm just calm and toned.
But really I am just feeling null.

I try to build my up my glass walls.
I try to be made of stone.
I want to sit on a nice throne.
Awaiting as it all falls.

To happen without being,
To be without seeing,
To breathe without you knowing,
What I've done.

Why do I do it?
Why should I do it?
The answers I don't find,
As I'm up so late at night.

I feel so different.
This isn't the real me.
We know why,
But they sure do not.

It is such a bliss.
It is such a wonder.
Will it ever change?
Will I always be the same?

Why do I do it?
Why do I prove it?
I should just move it.
It doesn't belong here.

***** this weird way.
The answers are astray.
I don't know where they are,
But here is way too far.

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

I've been wondering a lot.
Trying to think of a plot.
Do I really need one though?
Maybe I'll just come and go.
To ponder may be all I've got.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I have a great feeling of existence when I am alone.
It's as if I can finally come alive.
I can go on for so long on my own.
I love the feeling when I can do what I want.

I love the feeling of being alone.
People tell me I am quiet while in a group.
Or maybe they think I can just be shy.
The truth is that I hate groups.

The blissful feeling of soaking in the air.
No one there to take your mind off of what you want.
There is no limit to the time you have.
You have your own agenda.

People think it's sad to want to be alone.
They are just wrong in judging that way.
Maybe I think it's sad to rely on others to have fun.
I love the feeling of being alone.

I love being alone.
It is wonderful.
To be alone is great,
but to be lonely is my nightmare.

What if I'm not really okay?
What if my brain is just telling me that to be nice?
There is a smile on my face usually.
Maybe not as much as I'd like, but mostly.

I walk off in search for what?
Happiness? Serenity?
Maybe.
Maybe I'm looking for something much more.

What if I find something I never expected to find?
I don't know what I'd do.
What could I do?
Take action?

What could I do with what?
I don't know what I'd find.
I know what I want to find.
I know what would make me better.

A new beginning.

Knowing an apology is useless,
is the worst feeling ever.

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