Death hurts us all.
It hurts the ones close to the lost.
We hurt even more when we hide it
but some of us have to hold it in
its the only way we know how to get over it
but we never get over it.
The people who show no emotions
are the ones hurt most by death,
but when they show that they are hurt by a death
some d-bag comes around
and makes it a thousand times worse.
When this happens
we dig ourselves deeper into a hole
where we don't show any emotion at all.
Destruction is hurting the world.
We have to stop destroying the world.
People destroy peoples hopes dreams and any thing we hold dear
but we try to make sure they can't.
Still some d-bag comes along
and destroys everything
then we are broken like a glass bottle that hits the cement.
We try to piece ourselves back together
but destruction comes agin and destroys wat ever is left.
We stay broken after the first crack is made.
We act like nothing has happened
but it is allways there.
Despair is the worst
because everyone tries to hide it
then we r left there with no one there to support u
and help u through it because no one knows.
There maybe a few people who care
but the rest don't give a crap
and jst want to hurt you.
the d-bags in the world that think there r so much better than u
when really they are so shallow
that they choose the person around them
that's goin through some type of crap and puts them through
h* just to feel better.

No matter how you try
No matter who gets hurt
You still trample on people
You hurt more then help
I'm tired of you
Walking over people
Only concerning yourself
About stuff you want to
Not wanting to deal with
Anything that causes you
To think
You want to be the person everyone likes
Stop only concentrating on just you
There are more people then you in this world

It's cold dark and the air is heavy with the stench of rotting corpses.
I walk down the hall and turn right.
I have no idea why I am here other than to walk the halls.
I look at the first corpse i see, then the second,
Its all my friends and family.
I keep walking tears rolling off my face from the anguish of being alone.
I walk into a room he turns around and smiles wickedly
and spreads his arms out wide to show his work.
I run and try to escape, but when i find another room the other turns around
tears running down his face him on the cross.
I ask why this happened and he says open your eye.
My eyes are open why does he say this.
He says your actual eyes are open but your mental ones are not open them and see.
I try and try then finally i do.
It is the same place only everyone is alive
and smiling hugging me for passing the test.
The wicked one is in the corner scowling at me
while the good one smiles and welcomes me into his arms.

Ever feel like when you finnaly get smething right
you ***** up ten other things hurt 15 other people
and get so confused you lose sight of what you did right
and you feel alone in the world. You feel discontinued,
held back, and hurt.
You just want everything to go back to the way it was
but it never does.
The world is always changing
no matter if you want it to or not.
It seems when one person gets happy
other people get hurt and get neglected from there happiness.
You just want to make others happy
but you never take the time to get yourself happy
then you suffer in silence
till it just swallows you whole
and you just let it out and
people tell you to **** it up because they think they been through a whole lot more.
It hurts when you friends do this
but hurts even more when a friend who is like family says this not your actual family.
You act strong because someone has to be
and when you finally break somehow people find out and think less of you.
We all cant hold in our emotions all the time.
We break and are hurting and
people come and make you feel worse.
We want to turn back the clock and cant.
but we are forced to get over it.

As I slowly take a jagged breath, I realize I can't stand it anymore. I plung into the depths to only find despair, but when I find the bottom there is a tunnle so deep, so wide, that you feel like a mouse.I enter with as much confidence as a lion, but only half way through do I realize I have no confidence of a lion but only a mere kitten, who was just born.I continue to walk but don't know why.When I get to the end I realize it has only just began.Beyond the tunnle is the same cliff I just plungged off but then I relize it is to steep to be. When I reach to the top I find a stranger dressed in white. Behind him are two others dressed in cream and my family that has passed away. I ask where am I but he jst smiles.Why does he jst stand there and smile.Finnally he says you've been through alot but now you can relax here in pardise or you can go home and stay for awhile longer. I say I wish to go home but to return later.He says ok I will send you back. When I wake im in the hospital.I ask what happened they only say a wreck and that the ones i love are waiting for me.I just smile and they come in.