It's funny how one can save millions,
But millions can't save one.

Atlas is missing

The sky is falling

The world is crumbling

My heart is breaking



Rivers form from my eyes

Sniffles emanate from my nose

It won’t get better

Not much can help



A feeling unlike any previously experienced

How does one handle it?

When someone who you love dearly

Will soon be up above?



Someday I’ll be okay

But it is not this day

For now I lie in bed

And hate the waiting.

I know a girl she's
Tired
And she's afraid
Nobody understand her anyway,
She's hurting inside and crying out
somebody please wipe her tears
She's torn into pieces
stitch her back together
make her a coat for this cold and stormy weather,
she's a beautiful girl but she don't know it, she see herself as ugly and believe she knows it

She's always the second choice
She feels unloved
She's depressed
she want to fly like a bird  
She's a really nice girl
she just want to be free I know this girl because this girl is me.

She shouted from the roof tops
Her love for him
And how it would never stop

He simply stared at her
In utter shock
nobody could ever love me
Or so he thought...

She smiled with her arms spread apart
Waiting for a response

He stood there silently
Unable to move but wanting to walk
Walk away from the lies
Cause he'd been hurt too many times

She begged and pleaded
Trying to make him believe
It's the truth she said

But he couldn't respond
Simply turned around to leave
women only hurt me
Was all he could believe
Too much pain and abuse
For those lies to become the truth

She sunk inside herself
Filled with pain and so many tears
After years of trying
She finally faced her fears
Only to be hit with rejection
Imperfections of love
Shown at there finest
She couldn't stand her thoughts...

He slowed his walk
Thought about the past
Suddenly came to realize
This life is your last
And there on that roof top
He may have finally found some hope
So he stopped his walk
Turned around to accept the truth
Only to find
That she had jumped off...

we are products of our pasts
creators of our futures
and maybe that's why they say that history repeats itself.

A picture is worth a thousand words

Or so they come to say

But that smile in the photograph

I come to know as fake

I close my eyes and imagine it

The you it tends to hides

My decision to envision it

Makes me ache from side to side

What if the photograph

So delicate and quant

Showed what you really are

If only something faint

Would it change your at outlook on things

Or would it be the same

Because the photo is just a photo

A lie upon a frame

The truth behind a photograph

What is there really all to hide

you toss my feelings back and forth like a tennis ball.
It was so asinine to think you cared at all.
you make it out like you wanna meight, but end up stealing
my heart, which isn't condusev in my healing.
You make me six. With me, you didn't have a rival.
I used to think you were necessary for my surfivel.
therefour, from here on, I won't allow you to crush me,
no more threel seeing my reaction when you touch me.
I don't understand people who just get together
to make you think you won and blow you off like a feather.
I half had enough and this topic's not moot,
I have zeroed in on my target and i am ready to shoot.

I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING TO WRITE!!


















SQUID!