Roses are red
Violets are blue
Who came up with this ****?
It’s not all about you

I'm tired
I'm tired of the hate
That seems to burn through the veins
Of the villains who hide in the dark

I'm tired
I'm tired of the infinite cycle
Of avoiding the newspapers
But peeking at the news
With a terrible sense of dread

I'm tired
I'm tired of watching humanity
Wade through the lava
Coming straight from hell

I'm tired
I'm tired but I do believe in good
I do believe in hope
Hope really is the things with feathers

I may not be able to solve all the problems around me
But I can solve the ones in my head
I can speak my mind
Make sure my voice is heard
Show my support
For the things I love

Demand justice
Live life to the fullest
Make a difference in this world

After all
Like one of my heroes
I believe that the best things,
The richest things,
Aren't supposed to come easy

Before you can get good at solving puzzles, you must first master the riddle of yourself.
Otherwise, what's the point of solving mysteries if you yourself are one?

I don’t know why I’m crying
All I can feel are the rivers of tears pouring down my face
My teeth chattering from all the shock
That brings my body gasping for air
For I can’t breath
Knowing that I had not received
An invitation to happier dreams

I just lost all self control

I blame the rock and roll
Oh well

At least my feet and heart
Are happily tapping and beating
To the sound of my soul screaming

I blame the rock and roll
Oh well

And as I listen to the lyrics wailing
The melodies swaying
I'm slowly becoming addicted
To the music that's playing

I blame the rock and roll
Oh well

The songs seem to be playing
On a loop that my mind seems to fear

I blame the rock and roll
Oh well

Music offers the power of distraction
As the lyrics are so full of emotion
That no one but myself seems to feel

Oh well
At least I have Rock and Roll

It’s hard to fall asleep
With wet tears running down your cheeks.

My feet hurt
My back screams
My heart aches
But today?
Today was a good day

Waiting impaitently for my thoughts to slow down
My hands and feet are shaking uncontrollably
Sweat is dripping from my face
As I lay down in an awkward position
With no energy to save my dignity
I fall asleep
Into more thoughtless spirals
Into a world filled with the blissfully naive
Unconsciously I'm humming
In my sleep
My world has shut down
And the world on the other side of the veil
The one we call our eyes
Is coming down upon me
There's no stopping it
I can't fight
I wish I could just
Stay asleep

How can I sit here?
Tearing myself apart
Both mentally and physically
Knowing and forgetting
At the same time
The consequences of its worth being

All I can do
Is sit still and breath
Forget about the world
And get lost in my dreams
Put a smile on my face
Wipe away the tears
Get up from my chair
And get on with my years

Walking the ocean
Only soft sand on my feet
The waves crashing into my thoughts
Such a sweet and salty release
At last
Peace

I cannot articulate
What it means
For me
To feel
Things?
No words
Do justice
To what’s going
On in my head
No one else
Can read my thoughts
My pages are sealed
My stomach in knots
So the only thing
That’s left for me to do
Is listen to music
For me, at least
It’s the only thing
That rings true

God doesn't have the best ******* plans anyways
So why does everyone try and hide
What's really on their mind?
When I get back
I'll unwind

Sometimes
It's really hard to let scabs heal
It's hard to break the habit
Of peeling back the past
I keep revisiting old nightmares
Which only does more harm than good
But curiosity gets the better of me
And pretty soon old wounds are opened again
And I get mad at myself
Because why I can't I just leave things alone?
Just go with the flow
My skin may get tougher
But old habits die hard
Pretty soon
I'm back again
And this infinite cycle
Repeats
Repeats
Repeats
Repeats

I thought you should know
That I’m going into surgery
They’re not going to put me under
I’m just going to listen to music
Let my mind wander
I'm not looking forward to this
At all
That's the truth
Pure amd simple

I overthink
I think
And even as I write this
I'm worried I'm spilling too much ink

One day I want to write a book
The problem of course is that so far most of the chapters are and
Will forever be unwritten

It's so hard
To stop pulling out my own hair
Ughhhhhhhh
Why can't I just let it grow?
Why can't I let people comb it
Let friends braid it?
Why not?
Because I have
Because I have no
Because I have no stupid hair
And god it's just so hard
To stop pulling
And screaming
And crying
And becoming fustrated
Promising to stop
To stop pulling
And then
Just wait
Despite my
Best Wishes
It all starts again

Will I be missed when I am gone
Or will my ghost just linger all alone
Will my smile be forgotten
Will my laughter simply whisper
Between the shadows that hide my soul
Maybe I'll just be a twinkle
In the dark twilight of tomorrow's sorrow

I’m too tired to think
But I don’t sleep a wink
Yet honestly
That’s okay with me

I love to read
I love to write
So I stay up all night
Til' I get the words just right

I’m getting bored
Of all this yawning
I can’t fall asleep
So I’m hoping that if I write my thoughts down in ink
I’ll simply stop thinking
And
Fa
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Fast asleep