Sticks and stones leave cuts and bruises, but words go deep, and feelings it chooses .
Wounds go away as times go by. But saying words don't hurt. That is a lie .
The intense mellows I hear in the voice. It's as if I have to make a choice,
to let it flow by in the wind or let it replay over and over again .
The sorrow I hear when someone regrets , they know the pain they cause you.
Even when they move on and forget, the cut still seeps inside you .
A broken record you hear the same parts , a chorus of a song .
The simple words that pierced you deep, were there all along .
You can't erase what you heard, the permanent ink bleeds through your soul.
It becomes so heavy you can't take the pain then it imprint its hole .
What you once thought of words, things you use everyday can damage and destroy when used the wrong way. My freedom of speech is just as good.
But you wonder why its criticised when I don't tell a lie.
When I'm real, its wrong.
When I'm right, It's passed along .
But when I hurt someone time stops.
Time stops fot them as it once did for me when I seen that imperfection they pointed out .
And when I realize that it will never go away .
It's easy to be observant than admitting, because once you admit its set in stone and the denial all fades.

The pain inside is hidden beneath my smile.
All the while its ripping me apart.
They say sunshine always comes after a rainy storm, but the rainbow isn't appearing for that part
The tears, the rain, the cloudy days
the sun rays aren't beaming through
Is all this hype about happiness really true ?
One step forward, two steps back. Pushing through , but creating a stack.
My stack of sad. Piles up to the sky, if only I could sit on it and push it by.
It's like a ball and chain is attached to my feet
My mistakes and failures are on repeat
The things I once forgot replay in my head
The words I didn't want to hear are now being said
The constant approval of others is something holding me back
Everyone is a critic, they are standing on top of my stack.
My strive to make it out is my motivation to go straight
Opportunity is calling. Don't want to be late.
This world Is so cruel . So filled with hate .
I guess my determination will lead me to my fate.

The essence of life is so divine that we don't always realize its not what it seems.
Fighting not with others but ourselves to stay alive.
We strive for the best.
But so is everyone else .
The stress keeps us from our motivation, but the inspiration keeps us going .
And going , trying not to settle for less .
I suggest you get to know yourself before you roam around and try to know the world .
Because the world would leave you on your back faster than you can even ask why you deserved to be put in the places where you thought you'd never end up .
Cold and alone, this world filled with crack babies and liquor bottles.
Finding **** before a job and selling yourself for somethin that can't even pay your bills .
Corruption .
The exact place we are headed if we keep treating eachother like we aren't human
,and if we don't find the dignity and pride that is clean enough to walk down the street without feeling like a barrel full of secrets .
Eating up scams ,
and lies that lead you on a road with no point of return
,swerving in and out of lane because baby where your headed ain't someone where anyone would want to be .
Feeling like your stuck between a hard spot and a rock .
You better be strong and throw that rock through that wall
,because without self confidence and pride anyone can break you down
,and you'd be better off beating your head again that rock and wall .
Life.
The essence of it ain't so divine.
Just the thought of it keeps me alive .