I'm not perfect. I'm not proper. They leave just like my thoughts of self worth. I'm broken. I'm lost. Barely holding on. Friends fade. Family is forever, but what am I? I'm the forgotten punctuation. I'm incorrect grammar. They write their stories and I'm never a character. She sees me as the villain. When I'm really the damsel in distress. Tales always have a happy ending but my book seems to be missing a few pages. The words dig into my skin like pencils on paper. I just wish I could be the title of the next best seller.

My heart fluttered to a new beginning.

Now the word "love" has a different meaning.

Our eyes met as we walked the hall.

Catching every glance as smiles start to fall.

What we have might just be a crush

But it brings such a lovely rush.

Bullets pulsing through violins.  
Guns pointed at cellos.

Bombs strapped to pianos.
Knives grazing the bass.

Gruesome music.
Tragic notes.

These lyrics are not just rhymes or rhythm but serious outbursts for help.

Our music can only be understood by the lost.  

Hopeless moments are remembered.

Important thoughts are long forgotten.

We play for the souls of yesterday.

This symphony is ran by the insane and Im the composer.

Am I caged
or am I free?

Is this a prison
or a destiny?

Am I wounded
or am well?

Is this Heaven
or is it Hell?

What is fake? What is true?
I will leave that up to you.

I believe in angels both good and bad. Some people don't know that the bad ones exist and others don't want to think that they do. But it's true, they are alive and well. They disguise themselves you see as little things that can ruin your day. The crack in the pavement you trip on, that stupid grade you have on your report card, or it could just be the person that cut you off in traffic. It's their job. They were birthed by god but sent by the devil. The worst angels of them all are the ones you were born with. The ones that live inside your head that tell you to do things you're not sure of. They tell you to take the leap of faith when you know for a fact the distance is way too long and they convince you that revenge or crude actions are necessary. These angels are often called demons but that's wrong they are angels who took the wrong path in their previous lives. Please don't let these angels control you because if you do you'll turn out just like them. Evil, confused, and alone.

Someone once asked me the question of what if everyone in life is drugged and we are just looking at a warped view of the world. I replied that drugs are supposed to make you happier and take the pain away. If we were all really drugged then the world would be a beautiful place of amazing colors, of silliness, and of sweet smiles. The world wouldn't be such a disaster as it is, it wouldn't be so horrible and everyone wouldn't have so much sorrow. However, if your question is true I wouldn't want to see the natural world anyway.

Baby the night will never come if

all you think about is the moon

and your love will never stop if all you

care about is her saying it soon.