I've lost my hope and faith
not because i don't believe in god, but because i lost all hope for people.
Didn't they tell us were all equal? but still gays can't marry & african american still get less respect.
People shouldn't be put down for what they love just cause they believe differently. If that was the case wed all be ******. Our country is all about freedom but many of us don't feel like its there. Our country fights with other countries just to prove there god isn't important to the ones we believe in. We say " Let there by peace on earth" but i haven't seen any peace with different countries, forget different countries we don't even have peace with our own states. Some people just don't get it i guess, deaths of millions and many wars i guess haven't proven anything if were still doing it right? Ill believe " Every man is equal" when i see it happening but for now there is nothing i can. My faith and hope in our people has gone now but ill still pray ever night for something better.

It feels good
to have my heart broken again
(well that's an exaggeration)
my heart has never been broken--
maybe bumped or bruised--
but never broken.

It feels good
to have a bruised heart.
It reminds me that I'm still here,
my heart is still in there,
and I am a human.

It feels good
to have a hurting heart.
It forces you to ask why,
to grow and learn,
to become better,
stronger,
to learn to be worthy of love.
So that someday, maybe,
you'll be able to hold someone else's
bumped, bruised, beating heart.

It feels good
to have a heart,
and know that even when it hurts,
I am innately
(whether I like it or not)
a loving, caring, being.

All I have seen
A Poet’s dream
All that we love
All that we deem
All that we crave
But what does it seem
All I have seen
A Poet’s dream

Take me into your heart
Show me life
Show me death
Show me you
Show me

For I am a Poet
And I am alive
And live on the
highways
Of thoughts I derive
And I stand alone
And I wander on
And the Gods I
have worshipped
Are here and are gone

All I have seen
A Poet’s dream
The sea is not blue
The land is not green
The sky does not move
All is serene
All I have seen
A Poet’s dream

What did I do to deserve this
God tell me what the **** to do now
I can't comprehend of what I believe
To live I need someone to show me how
I can't see anything that's infront of me
Even tho I see the glory covering my emotions
Thoughts flowing through my head
But steady flowing like an ocean
I lost everything to see the world
Where I'm just looking up at the sun
Thinking of my life where has it gone
Tried to escape but there's no where to run.

pages of white
   with my heart
laid upon. outlive
   the hand that
did write you
    in blood
then be gone.
    Never yellow
nor fade
    nor lose any
trace of the
    songs I have
made with my
    heart, if not grace.

To understand my mind you must go mad
you must hear the voices in my mind
telling me no, you can't, they hate you
you must remind yourself daily that nothing will ever go your way, you are worthless, you will never live up to expectations.
you must know that you are nothing.
you must be constantly worried, anxiety like no other.
you must be constantly sad, depressed.
you must remind your self to keep living.
you must force yourself
you must try.
you must
*I must

Weird how distance is such a relative thing

I mean, we live 15 mins a part and we can't seem to find each other

It feels almost as though we do not exist near

I can't say, won't say that I don't miss you, if you were to ask

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