Give me a smoke to ease this pain
&
Burn down my lungs to distract this brain.

It was hard that she had fought,
but she was stronger than she thought.
She knew her only job was to*  love herself  *a lot.

Take my hand, You can trust me.
What for? I need not.
You wanted me and you have me now. Just take my hand. I want to show you that this world is made more of unexplored intention than to what we call a poison.
Im not ready. I don't think i will ever be.
We can do this. Trust me, my way is better.
I really can't. I gave up a long time ago. Why am I still here?
You are here, to trust me.
I can't even trust myself. What makes you think that I will trust you?
I can lead you into the greater good.
Lies. You can't because I give up.
Sometimes you are a ****, but i still love you.
Just go away...
(Silenced, still here, still alive, and still pumping life through her viens. I love this body. Somewhere in that ill mind of mine, still lays love. I just wish she could trust me. After all I am what is keeping her alive. Deep down this mind thanks me. She puts herself through misery and i wont be the one to take blame. If she'd just trust me she could see the side she has not.)
(I want to thank it. I'll keep alive for love, but I wont trust it. In return of this favor, i'll be alive for you.)
(She is secretly loves me.)

"Poisonous" -kaitlyn warnken

I live in a grey and white world were i dont always get to see the sun, so I was in The flower garden.
In the garden, I noticed a flower from the distance that was full of color that I couldve never see before. A color your reality would call pink.
Oh how it was a poisonis flower, but to me this flower was beautiful.
I wanted to take it home all for myself. It showed me things i could never see before. I wanted to watch this flower grow. I needed colors and I learned that day that my love for pink was strong which soon became my only and favorite color. I like all flowers, but only I could see the pink in this flower. to the sky I wish all flowers could be pink, but in a world grey and white.. One was a miracle.
Oh how I loved this flower.
But Momma always told me not to pick the pretty flowers... Because They would die...
And daddy always told me to stay away from poisonis things becausw I would get hurt...
But in my world grey and white, I didn't want to leave the only thing that could bring color into my life, the only color I could see. So I sheltered the flower... And ate their leaves the leaves the flower gave to me.
Oh what a poisonis flower...
...Oh what a poisonis flower...

'I think I'm awake now. Ive never seen a place like this before were Everythings colorful.
Why am i grey?
Am i going insane?
Where is my flower?
Where is my flower?
Where is my flower...?

I didn't understand what was going on.
This flower gave me color and I just wanted to have my flower back.. I Dropped to my knees and cried in the green grass and asked the sky with a tear in my eye..

"How could somewhere so beautiful feel so ugly without my flower?..."

Im so grey. It didn't matter if the world saw color anymore... In my eyes it didnt matter anymore.
Nothing mattered anymore. My life faded black and I just wanted to wake up.
I felt like i was dreaming.'

I could feel the poison leaving my body and by this point I woke up.
When I opened my blood shot red eyes and lifted my sore body... I could see my flower.
I looked at myself and I was full of color!
I was pink! Just like my flower!.
I thaught, 'Oh what a poisonis flower

W h e n  a  W a r m  H e a r t  G o e s  C o l d
I t ' s  T o  G i v e  I n t o  T h e  N e w
&
G e t  R i d  O f  T h e  O l d

Life does not have the answers.
You are the answer.
Accept it
&
Stop questioning life's ways when
life doesn't ask you questions.

Sometimes,
somewhere in my mind it scratches through the surface.
It eats me alive inside. So how is it that*  I am  still apart of this life.
In mine,  Corruption
in my criminal mind leaves me  NOT  fine.
Chosen  to keep moving closer to my heart that can still be defined.
Inclined and unaligned through my spine,  I see the  story through my eyes and it pulls me behind.
My  world  is unkind.
As  for this life
I used to fight,
and for I  never  shined.
So It's  FINE?
No, here I wine about the life of my  **corrupted minds.

you are tearing my life apart like a part was missing.
as if I never had a heart.
I was only so smart till my life darted and twisted.
I was once a piece of art
when I didn't need that assistance.
and as it goes,
life tightfisted and listed what a suicide could be.
it drawled out the name and I had saw that it was me,
and I was on my hands and knees yelling and begging that it please not me.
"NOT ME PLEASE!"
that's when my life was gone and I could no longer see.
sometimes that's just how cold blooded life can be and to me I wont wake up tomorrow to see what another day could bring.
'cause I've had it with life and all these insecurities.

My life feels critical.
Im going to need one of Christ miracles
and clear my head of viruses that seem invisible to human kind.
cause they can't see what goes on in my mind, but its still physical.
I swear and I'm trying.
they call me mister smalls,
but mister smalls can knock down walls, then rebuild them all, just to feel tall,
so why you still lying?
the virus bites my thoughts raw.
and I'm still on a ball,
I dont need the comfort that you'd been supplying at all,
My mind called me lonely but I thought it was lying so the sick drugs continue "the kids' mind's frying."
and the sicker kids try but they are still dyeing.
and oh how that hurts.
with life exploding and watch your heart begin to burst.
breaking into a million pieces on this earth...
feeling as real as it was when momma gave you birth.
now i stand all by my side.
by my self
still don't need wealth.
i cant stand the lies.
and its all because my mind got me tied i was here all a long but it took me this long to realize. that i had lost something important.
I forgot who i was before the sickness got to the healthy ones like it did me.
the sickness never died, my mind lied, it's just the virus you cant see.
I'm not crazy.

3... 2... 1...
Life is fear.
It is our jobs to get over that fear.
As we raise our heads high like our spirits
And start taking steps,
You will get there.
Everyone is given a chance to get there,
Don't ignore it.
You don't have to master the step.
You just have to be apart of it.
I'll hold your hands through apart of it,
But you can't be afraid to walk alone sometimes.
There will be obsticles, you can get over them.
Nothing in this world, is going to tell you that you cannot live to be happy.
If anything is telling you that you are afraid to let go, it's lieing.
Prove your thoughts wrong, because one day you will get mind blown with happiness.
All those thoughts will leave you and you become you again.
All we have to do is take this step.
I'm stepping, are you coming with me?
We will find out, 1... 2... 3...

I got a question,
When your fears come up on to the surface and you don't have the strength to over come them, what do you do?
I got a question,
When you're crawling through with one limb tide with two and that support looses you, who am I supposed to talk to?
Here's what I'm saying,
What really gets me is that it isn't up to you, to choose a life you'd want to choose.
Here's what I'm saying,
I'm tired of trying to get out of the blues,
I'm tired of running in these torn up, sad, and old shoes.