Human is neither perfect nor imperfect,
they are a walking dumpster fire by design,
they  are flawed,yet they somehow manage to get by.

humanity is a disaster by design,
the rules society left in place
creating turmoil in its wake

there is no such thing as perfect
perfection is in the eye of the beholder
they set the standards.

She cries internally for help,
all he  wants is to be accepted
But they keep silent.
No one will ever understand,
she feels so alone,
he is told stay silent.
No one wants to hear their problems
No one wants to know who they really are inside
Shut down by society
Someone dies and then it matters
For a little while the forgotten voices are heard
Then silenced soon to be forgotten again
They feel inadequate
The don’t know who to trust
if they break the silence they get sent away
Troubled teens
Silenced by our society
Felling forgotten
Feeling alone,

As I lay down on this bed of tears I see you in my minds eye
As you walk by me in the streets, I feel a gut wrenching paint.
I see nothing on the other side, but it’s a way out.
Cars race by
I walk in the middle of the road
cars all stopping as I walk, honking their horns and then sweet release.
I am no longer.

Everything we look for in life or after death is a distraction amongst all things to keep us sane, in our own worlds we seem whole but to the eyes of others we are unfit to live in their reality.
Everyone has a purpose in life, and that is to live to there fullest and fulfill there wildest dreams. They call us the lost , but are we truly lost, or do we just wandering among the stars and soaring above and beyond our hopes and expectations, for they say all who wander are not lost. Never give up on the hope that you feel like letting go, never let the things that you care about the most slip out of reach, for those things are what keep you grounded and those things in life are also needed to keep us whole. Ever wonder what it would be like to be so fee and happy that your existence doesn’t matter anymore? Never will we feel that for everything is to material to us, we look to closely at what we do not have and look at what we have and are no longer satisfied with just the simple things, we crave something we will never have, unbeknown to us what that is, we just know that it is unescapable even to one with everything they could ever desire for they still crave more. Even if we let go of things or promise its still gonna be there in our subconscious waiting to surface. Right now your probably reading this and wondering why there are so many punctuation errors or maybe you even spotted a few spelling errors maybe I used there instead of their and your thinking wow they must of over look it or are they just that stupid. It’s the tiny things that we notice that we tend to get hitched on and look at. Everything we do we either do be cause we want to or because we were programed (raised) to do so, to be so critical and logical all the time, because our society is growing. All who wander are not lost, but those who are lost to societies standards have chosen to stray down a dangerous path that we have only build to digress in to a jungle of hurt and pain, regret, shaming and above all making someone feel as if they them selves will never belong, lost to societies standards forever. We have lost another and another. Again and again because society makes it so they feel incomplete, no one will love them they are the out casts and they were not so lucky to stray on to a path that they would find suited them better, instead they stuck to the comfortable prison we have built for ourselves.

Weather to say sorry I exist, or to apologize perfusely for something I didn’t do.

I am nothing to you, and I will become nothing, I amount to wasted space, a waste of resources that could be used on others.

I am an item to you, easily disposable, and yet.. I’m still around.

Why do all the things I hear, shame me for who I am?  I could easily retort that it’s not your body it’s mine, and that it’s not your life but mine, and then again I have no control over my life, he does, his name is society.

Like an abusive boyfriend, society tells me I’m not good enough, that I’ll never amount to anything, that I’ll always be nothing.

That is why I don’t know weather to say sorry I exist, or to apologize for the “wasted space”

Sinking further in to the bleak and uncertaness of the dark.

Falling further into a lake of open wounds and crystal tears.

A place where weapons are made of lies and broken promises.

That is the stuff of nightmares, that is the stuff made from those three little words, ” I love you.”

what a sick and shattered reality this place is, the only reason one would want to be here, is if one wanted to die.

sinking further into this demented reality, knowing there is no coming back once I am gone.

Oh, what once was a dream turned into a haunting nightmare.
A nightmare that  soon turned to reality.
I though I had you forever.
Then I dreamed that you choose another.
Startled out of my terrifying dream. Was the true nightmare to come.
For what was once a blank screen.
Glowed a new message.
In that moment my eternalized fear became reality.
You are not the one.