Why doesn't anybody
just
understand me?
They say I'm too quiet,
they say I don't talk enough,
they say
they say
they say.
What about what I say?
Am I not talking enough
or are you
just
not listening enough?

I look online
at this virtual world
we all live in today.
And I find a hidden war
that never seems to end.
Cruel words hidden as bombs.
Barbaric comments hidden as guns.
As I walk through this torn battlefield,
with blood spilled everywhere,
I find not a single page
with peace instead of war.
People seem to become so mean
just because it isn't face to face.
People turn into monsters,
monsters that bite and ****.
It's like people seem to think
their words have no impact,
their message is just a joke.
But this war on the Internet
is more real than before.
There are crying people,
bullied people,
who catch these bullets
that people have sent,
and decide that maybe life isn't worth living anymore.
There are wounded people,
wanting for just some love,
only to find hate and anger
written wherever they go
in this Internet war today.
This war may be virtual,
but it's real and alive
even as we speak.
Some people wonder why
suicides are so often.
Some people wonder why
teens are becoming so depressed.
All they have to do is open
their computer and their minds
to this Internet war we have today.

Am I just a statue to you?
That you never stop to say hello
or even acknowledge my presence?
Am I so invisible
that you manage to ignore me
every time I walk past?

Well, let me tell you something.
Life is too short for me to care about this.
Life is too short.
So what are you even doing
spending your precious days
and going out of your way
to wound me?
Especially when you know
statues can't be harmed.

You can shut a book
and forget it for the rest of your life.
You can turn off a movie,
and never remember it again.
But you cannot stop your life,
no matter how hard you try.
You cannot press pause on a remote
to stop the demons from attacking.
You cannot rewind your life either,
so make the most of it as you can.
You cannot stop in the middle of your life
and give up, just like that.
You cannot wait for something
to change your life,
or make you happy again.

But what you can do
is so much more.
You can use the lemons life gives you
to **** the meaning out of it
and feel every emotion possible
and experience every feeling you can.
You can turn your life around
into something great.
All you gotta do
is try.

Everybody's rushing around
with one eye on where they're going
and one eye on their phones.

Everybody's got something to do.
Something to rush to.
Something to complete.

Everybody's got limited time
to do all they want to do,
so they rush through all of it
only to find
it feels like they haven't done anything
at all.
Because once you put a time limit on something,
once you rush through something fast,
you'll never enjoy it
as much as you would
if you just stopped
to think,
to really notice,
how short life is,
and how precious it can be,
if you just took the time
to do it slowly.

Everybody's got a place to be,
that they never pause sometime in their day
to put down their phones,
and their plans,
and their wandering mind,
and just realize,
that life for one more day
is something that can never be replaced.

Take a look around
if you dare
at this world we live in today.

Maybe you'll find teenagers
lined up along the streets
puffing their life out
on cigarettes they stole.

Maybe you'll find pale faces
stuffed in their own world,
caring only for themselves.
Faces filled with anger
and hurt,
with no one willing
to jump out of their own world
for just one second
long enough to help.

Maybe you'll find stray trash
******* the life out of the earth.
Or maybe you'll find fumes climbing out of factories.
Or maybe gallons of oil
silently killing the life of the ocean.
Or maybe even thousands of animals
choking on the destruction
that we have left behind.

Maybe you'll find mothers
discarding the life they have created
in dumpsters,
in trash bags,
in abortions.
Maybe you'll find mothers
so desperate to get rid of their own babies
that they'll pretend
they have not just created life
but something to throw away.
They'll pretend that the human lives,
filled with potential and innocence,
they have just created
are nothing more
than the dirt inside those trash cans
they decided to leave them in.

Maybe you'll find piles of newspaper
upon newspaper
screaming out cases of ******,
of homicides,
of shootings,
of robbery.
You'll find human beings
treating other human beings
like they're just money,
like they're just a waste of space,
like they're just lives that mean nothing.
You'll find human beings
ending lives
without regret,
without remorse,
without a second thought.
You'll find human beings
treating human lives
like they're something
that can be thrown away carelessly.

So take a look around
if you dare
at this world we live in today.

But the sad thing is,
what people don't seem to know,
everything wrong with this world,
with the world we live in today,
can be fixed if people cared,
long enough
and hard enough
that they can forget about themselves for a while
and give a helping hand
that has gained dust for quite some time.

She steps
into the shadows,
filled with ghosts
and things long past.

She steps
into herself
and finds
only regret
that replaced
memories.

She steps
into her fear
and finds no light,
no hope,
nothing.
She looks around,
a flashlight in her shaking hands
and finds nothing,
not even herself.

With mangled hair,
a torn nightgown,
and a heavy heart
filled with cracks,
she steps
into the dark
finally knowing
that she no longer
has anything to lose.