Every man is responsible,
for the life he lives.
From the thing's he takes,
to the thing's he gives.

Time is of the essence,
and he must not delay.
To do the thing's tomorrow,
that he can do today.

Even if your killing time,
and think your life is through.
Then grab a pen or pencil,
and write a friend or two.

Responsibility isn't always work,
it's the thing's that must be done.
The ones who are responsible,
have played the game and won.

If you can act your age,
and do what you know is right.
Then responsibility will always come,
to the ones who do not fight.

I am the youngest in my family, I've needed strength my hole life. Life has never been simple for me nor has it been easy. I've always forced myself to go through each day, and when that was not possible, I would always drag myself.

I've had to stay strong both mentally and physically. Since I was old enough to fight back. Never letting anyone or anything get to close for fear I might get hurt.

Crying is a weakness that's okay for others, but not for myself. This weakness that has been lost in me, it has become an emptiness I cannot fill. But it is through this weakness that I stay strong.

Death has always been a welcomed friend, but like all my friends, he too has turned his back on me. He teases me with the power he has, only to torment me another day.

My life will continue it's lonely decent, a journey of sanity, upon which, I have none... or do I? I have tried to make the right choices on my path but I continue to stumble and fall. My only possession is my strength, which has become a yoke on my shoulders like reality itself.

I was only about four,
that day so long ago.
When I was left alone,
and my tears began to flow.
They told me it was for the best,
and she's not in any pain.
I was to young to understand,
on that day so filled with rain.

They took me to my Grandma's house,
and left me there to stay.
Where did my mommy go?
Why did she go away?
Grandma explained the best she could,
when she looked into my eyes.
But every time she saw my face,
she would always begin to cry.

You look so much like her,
she would always say.
And then the tears would come,
and she would look away.
As time passed by, and I grew up,
I learned why she had cried.
She couldn't tell me mom had cancer,
and that is how she died.

I wish I could have known her more,
or even said good bye.
But when I think about her,
I look up to the sky.
She's given me so much,
I know she's not to blame.
I know her spirits in me,
her passing was a shame.

If there has been a reason,
then there has been a rhyme.
If there has been a suicide,
then there has been a crime.

And if you think that life is done,
your crime has just begun.
Cause I will always follow you,
in the afterlife to come.

And if you think that I'm not real,
and that this is just a game.
Then close your eyes and pinch yourself,
and hope that your insane.

I will be the first to admit,
the games I like to play.
What you think is scary, I think is funny,
and the game will go on all day.

If you think that your crazy,
and that I'm only in your head.
Do you remember, what it was like,
when you put the gun up to your head?

Was life really that terrible,
for you to want to die?
To want to take that final step,
and leave everyone to cry.

You want to run away,
and you don't care where you'll go.
You think that you will not be missed,
but the truth, you do not know.

If you close your eyes and remember,
to that time so long ago.
I will hold you closely, to me girl,
and I will never let you go.

We can stay forever in this time,
just you and I alone.
While our hearts are beating slowly,
this will always feel like home.

If you hold on to me tightly,
then our hearts become as one.
We'll always be best friends here,
in this place below the sun.

When I touch your body gently,
then the time has come I know.
You accept my kiss, so freely girl,
that our love will always show.

Now you open your eyes so bright,
and you see our child there.
But when you look, into those eyes,
you see the love we share.