I was once asked,
"Why do you accept pain?"

Because fighting it is what makes it hurt.

However, the fact that I accept the pain, means it is still there.
And though I can resist it sometimes,
I still see it's ghostly appericion in the corner of my eye.

If you don't love her,
Don't have *** with her.

Girls are so precious.
They are the core of wisdom and love
On this earth.
They are the living creations of the Most perfect art that men are lucky to Have the gift of being able to even be in their presence.

I am a male.
So as a guy, I speak enraged at my Fellow males who treat that perfect
Creation like an object.

Men take for granted the gift of being able to hold someone.
They take for granted someone who's beauty is immense for more than just her body.
They take for granted being able to spill their heart out to someone who will listen and love them.
They take for granted her smile, holding hands, her laughter, her eyes and the way they glisten under the moon.

Any man who treats women like a *** toy is not a man.

For **** sake, you take a woman, the only being in this world with more loveliness and grace then a heaven on white clouds, and you use her like a trophy.

Any guy who does this is the lowest **** of the earth.

To all girls,
You are all so gorgeous!
Never let a man break you down.
If you have to have *** with him for him to love you, then ditch him.
Find a guy who sees so much beauty in you, that he wouldn't even think of violating you.
Because you are all precious,
And deserve nothing but the best.

I wish you could see how beautiful You really are,
Just because nobody has picked you
Doesn't mean your not beautiful

As a matter of fact,
This means you are the most beautiful

When the other flowers get picked,
They get picked early,
This means that they have not
Completely bloomed

Because you are not picked
This means that you will bloom
Into the most gorgeous flower
Of them all

The years of being left out
And unpicked is only making
You better than all of them
Because you are riper and stronger

When those other flowers get picked
They go into a vase and
Die within a
Week

But not this flower,
This flower has developed
To be an honorary flower
In a bouquet for royalty

Sometimes I hate caring.
It's an emotion that punishes you for being a good person.

I'd rather have a Two of Hearts,
Than an Ace of a single *****...

I don't care if I lose societies game,
As long as I have you by my side,
I will win everyday.
Or better yet...

We will win.

If there is a God
He has a sick sense of humor

It seems he only gives
For the joy of taking away

Last night, I finally cried for the first time in 7 years.

I finally remember that gut wrench feeling and how your eyes have that slight burn.

I wasn't alone however.

I had 2 amazing friends by my side,
They were the first people who I ever told my horror scene of memories to.
I felt kinda bad because one of my friends cried with with me,
If there is a God, then bless her with everything good, she's such a sweet heart.
On one hand I like that she cries because it releases stress, but it pains me to know that she has stress in her heart.
I just hope she knows she can always talk to me and tell me everything no matter what day and hour.
Same goes for my other friend,
Most other males would have judged me, instead he handled it like a real man,
Understanding and acknowledgments of Loyalty.

I love both of those wonderful people to death,
And I will die before ever letting anything happen to them.

I stand outside
And can't help feeling the cold wind.
It's freezing,
I can't run away because I'm in the middle of nowhere.
So I pile on jackets, sweaters, coats, or anything I can find to keep warm.
Nothing works,
I'm still getting colder.
But I look at a distance
And notice people playing in swimsuits and shorts.
I look up and realize that they are under the same warm sun I am under.
So why is it I don't feel warm?
Why am I just getting colder?
What do they have that I don't?
I look deep inside them,
And see something I thought I had until I looked in myself...

A Heart....

Their heart beats joyful warmth
Through their body.
However the heart doesn't run on its own.
These people have love to keep theirs running.
They have that special somebody that gives their life worth and meaning.
Under any kinds of conditions, they can hold each other.
They can keep each other warm even when the sun doesn't shine...

This is why I'm cold...

I don't have anyone to hold,
Or any beautiful person to warm me up with their smile. I don't have a heart because I was never given one...

I am cold because I am dead...

I lifted you from your grave.
Then you got out, shook my hand, then threw me in.
Then you signed the stone,
"Gone and Forgotten"

Funny how someone can hate you for caring.

Never felt I needed you God
And I didn't care,
Never knew how to acknowledge
Something that wasn't there

And back when I was with thugs
I was use to it,
Life threatened, losing friends,
Can't believe I was use to this

But then danger comes to someone
Who you care for,
More than just a bro or another
Punk who went away for robbing stores

I've been stabbed, felt a cold blade
On my throat, and armed men
Outside my door,
Yet still I care for her life more

When I was followed I never
Gave a ****,
But he came stalking her and I went
Through an emotional fit

I felt like a father looking after
His child,
Seconds felt like hours
And steps felt like miles

I haven't felt fear like this for
Any of my brothers on the street,
This must be what happens when
My life and karma meets

Because I can't believe I
Caused this pain to others,
All she wanted was to be safe at
Home with her mother

I guess I grew my heart back,
And I took back a will to fight,
If anything bad happened to her
I couldn't forgive myself that night

I asked you to **** me to keep her safe
And I prayed from within,
And if she's ever in danger
I will pray the same thing again

So God if your there I have
One request,
Her life's more valuable so
Take mine if it suits her best

I tried ending it a few days ago because I felt so alone.

People say you should talk about it to clear it up, but with who?

Not my mom, it would break her heart.
Not my dad, he's part of the problem and says depression is nothing but a chemical imbalance.
Not my sisters, they would overreact and tell mom eventually.
Not my good group of friends, the news of this broke their heart so badly they can't even hear my name without overwhelming sadness, and I refuse to upset them anymore.
Not my other group of friends, they would disown me and tell me to finish the job for being a coward.
Not even my counselors, they would lock me up in an asylum.

I thought I was alone before, but this is true solitary.

Where am I going with my life,
I wish it could all end,
Wake up every morning and think
"I have to do this again"

I'm thankful for my friends
Who are still around,
But who do I go to
When life goes down

Maybe I should have been a criminal
The way I always was,
But I made a promise to be good
Yet there's still no love

Trying to stay strong
But I've lost all hope,
There's a Vatican full of demons
And I'm the pope

Pretending to be happy and fine
I wear that cloak,
But pull the sheets aside
And you see a hoax

They say when you see an
Opportunity you should grab it,
Instead I've formed my life around
Bad habits

And I know smoking is
Bad for your lungs,
But I figured it's better than breathing
The smoke from a gun

"Please don't **** yourself
We need you alive"
If you knew the pain I was in
You would let me say goodbye

Cause I've cried, I've given up,
Please don't look at me,
I'm a shameful *******
So don't feel sympathy

In my own life
I don't have a voice,
I would love to die
But I don't have a choice

I promised to stay alive and survive
But I can't live,
All I can think is "Why did this happen
To me, I was only a kid"

Daddy hurt mommy and
My sister was my only friend,
After she was forcefully violated
I haven't seen that sister again

I lost that precious girl to
Drugs and gang violence,
I still hear her crying in the
Midst of loud silence

So hear I am,
Alone with nobody left,
Cause nobody wants to put up with
Me when I'm upset

And yet that same person will
Beg me to keep fighting,
If you think hearing about it is bad
Then imagine living these writings

Cause this is a true story
Not some kind of riddle,
As scared as I was, I wish I would've
Died in hospital

But due to a promise,
I won't be the cause of my life to end,
So now I wake up from my sleep,
And I have to live this again

It's days like this I wish nobody cared so that I could end it all without hurting anyone.

However, as painful as it is to look in the mirror everyday, I still have people to care for and look after.

-My car
-My house
-My eyes
-My ears
-My accomplishments
-My music
-Everything I ever was
-My life

I would give all these things just to hold her hand once