I want to give up
I don’t want to play
This world is too much
Could today be the day?

What would it take?
Start with one drink
Blow my mind away
Into the bottle I’d sink

What is there to live for?
I don’t see the point
Waking up every day
Give me ***** and a joint

I thought I was over this
I guess I am not
The claws have come to **** me
Drown me in wine and some ***

I need something stronger
This won’t work fast enough
Maybe some heroine
Or some other white stuff?

This pain in my head is too much to bear
If I disappeared, would anyone care?
Me and my bottle crawl into bed
Nothing matters, I’m already dead

He* sees her today, anxious but with excitement
With a heart so ready, he waits for the right moment
He comes to her with a happy greeting
For it has been long since their last meeting
She seems him, and greets with a "Hi"
He was so happy, he literally could fly
He was so happy, but could not express
For his love was never confessed
A friend, she calls him. A close one at that
A best friend, a brother he was to her
He has been there for her, every moment before that
But with no knowledge of the love he offers
For years, he was trying for the right moment
But could not, because *another guy loves her
In fairness, the other guy was better, intelligent and street smart
Though, it bothers him why she doesn't like the guy as much
Why does she treat the guy as such?
As he loves her so
He can't, because the other guy loves her
He knew the other guy loves her
So, he let him go first, and he confessed
So now they're together, leaving him in the ice
Just because he was too nice.

his fist clenched
his mind benched
her eyes black
her jaw slack
and bleeding

her blood red
him out of his head
the child hiding,
crying....inside dying

violence never asks
never is the answer
for the victims
it is slow death
for society a cancer

Some enjoy doing it,
some suffer it
And others, just keep ignoring
Crying is their hobby
Pain is a normal feeling
Death is something they always wish for
Each day is a regret
Not a single moment spent without tears
They are just a toy
Always played with
And made fun of
Some end up coming over it
and some giving up their lives
They are only remembered,
when they die...

'Perfection' is not what I need
but little love is all I need