You cant be hurt
is what their face have wrote
on my skin
why are you hurt
is a question they keep
Conveying

you know what's worst than dying
is laying there in a bed
so ill
your trying so hard to get on your feet and stand still
U have got all the will .
but their ignorance
their deep ignorance
is an everyday drill

Has the paranoia slipped in yet
do you think its you
why are you feeling this
you must be too sensitive
you must be self obsessed
it must be all in your head

Why are you acting out ?


you can't be hurt

why are you hurt?

You're too emotional

And the worst you get
the worst they get

Take a step back trust your emotions and Tell them
******* :)

We have grown harder to love
We've grown broken yet tough
We are puzzle pieces and each puzzle piece is someone's mark left on us

20 years and still a puzzle piece is missing
Cause right now this picture looks like a great deal of nothing
It needs that one piece
and it will make sense

20 years so many puzzle pieces
So many layers
can you dig through
can you find your piece in me


Will you find your place in me ?

Love given.

Time given.

Bad thoughts living

Your hate is spreading

Write it down if you can tell me now if you can.  What keeps turning this around?  Is it me or is it all that noise and sound in your head.

Will you run or will u fight this till you're dead

Behead this born hate

Don't be a born hater .

Let the words slide down
your ***** slide of a tongue

and it hunts me
Cause i'll forever remember
Everything said and done

Are you having fun?  

Is this chaos what you want

Are you going to run?

Isn't this chaos what you want

It's that corky laugh that comes out  
when you just open you mouth.

Let it out
It's those words that you didn't think about.

it's that hug that you didn't expect
it's that rush that you didn't expect.

it's that day your eyes looked a little wider
and your skin looked a little brighter.

your high was a litter higher
and the world made no sense.

it's those moments when your mind brightened your end.
when you believed a little more.

when you've worked so hard to get there
but now it doesn't feel so sour.

Those tiny little things
Are worth living for .

World around me:*
Produce, slave. Move!
Eat.
Sleep.
Produce.
Prognosis – fatal.

Me:
Wow, coffee heals all wounds.
What a beautiful day ahead.
What impressive words I'll have said.
What will they think of me when I'm dead?

World around me:
Remember,
You are replaceable.
You are a cog.
The machine is God.

Me:
What about a drive,
A good read,
A pipe on the porch and a walk?

I rely on an empty countenance,
A guise to hide the storm behind my eyes.
The world needs a smile and a hammer.
I thrive on words.
I survive on heart.

State your case
they say
Give your reasons.

How can we fight for you
when we don't know what we are fighting for
how can we win this war

when you can't state your case
you can't say your reasons.


how can I fight
when I don't know what I'm fighting for
how can I win this war

when I can't state my case
I can't give my reasons

but please please believe me
this fight, I truly need it