Oh the dear pain and agony
Keeps always haunting me
The reality of pain
Returns once again

The heart and bullet
The gun and brain
Pull it
And let blood fall in rain

End a life
Or take yours
Choose a path
Pick one of the doors

Your eyes or ears
Your head or chest
Your demons or fears
Your worst or best

Something you love
Will be taken from you
And you cannot resist
There is nothing you can do

It could be death that comes
Or the bullet of a gun
Or a man on the street
Or even your loved one

Nonetheless you will receive
The cruelty of death
And you will not be granted
Your one final breath.

What does my heart mean in this center of time?
Where all I see is what I wish to have as mine,
Yet I do not have the beauty of the last piece to my heart,
And I don’t hold in my arms that one missing part,
I hold a hole in my chest which gaps the space between me and my true self,
And this space can be filled by only one and no one else,

This emptiness in my heart belongs to you,
I leave it for what you would choose to do,
Because whether by your choice or not,
My heart is what you have always got,
And the ocean of my soul is in your hands,
Along with all of its outstretched lands,

You have me whenever you heart pleads,
Because you are the missing space that my heart needs,
And these tears I have held for such a beautiful sight,
I will continue to always hold in your eyes of night,
And with the entity of my soul and my entire being,
Not even god can comprehend what I am seeing,

I see you in all that you are,
I see you in all places near and far,
I see you in my soul and in my heart,
I see you at the end before I even start,
I see you happy and in love,
I see you are the only thing I ever want to be a part of.

What do we know of the likes of time?
We are all just shadows that move and rhyme,
We love and lose,
We pick and choose,
We play and fight,
We wake at morning and sleep at night,

We go to work and try not to be late,
And the next time we aren’t on time can decide our very fate,
We see money as the life’s necessity to live,
Some have too much and are too greedy to give,
Some work hard and don’t have any,
And sadly this number is not few but many,

Yes the rich love their expensive clothes and their private bars,
They can simply say “I want one of those 100k sports cars”,
And the houses with 5 bed, 4 bath, 2 stories, and a powdered ***,
The big lawn, the granite pass, the big pool, and the green grass,
And all the rich can do is flash their money and boast,
So to you rich ******* I propose a toast,

May the cries of the forgotten earth and poor,
Rain down on you with wrath and make you bleed and bleed more,
May you receive 1000 pounds of pressure for every dollar you don’t need,
Every dollar that you can give but you keep out of greed,
I wish you would meet the poor kids and families that make your clothes,
The ones that you wear so you can look good and pose,

I encourage you to see such people in pain,
To see the damage of you factories acid rain,
And you do all this just for the oil in the land!
You take people’s lives and don’t even offer your hand!
So I end my toast to you rich *******,
May your lives be long but plagued by the masses.

Sometimes a word
Is all you need
To fall to the floor
And no longer breathe,

The hearts that need help
Are ready to fall with a touch,
So be careful what you say,
At least know that much,

Because the hearts that are falling
Are held together by air,
They keep falling,
Because no one is there,

You need to know,
Or at least realize,
That a simple smile,
Could just be pain in disguise,

Don’t be tricked
By a simple smile
And a “no thanks I’m fine”
All the while
These people are in pain all the time

Just stick it out
There’s no need to scream and shout
Hold a calm and steady voice
Saving a life is always a matter of choice
And when a life is saved
The savior may rejoice

My heart is hurting because of the words I keep in pain,
I never knew that keeping them from her would ever be in vain,
I never told her because I didn’t want to break her heart,
But instead I ended up tearing my own heart apart,

I asked her out to a military dance,
And the things I learned about her caught me in a trance,
She was just like me in many ways,
And I was stuck thinking about her for many days,

I spent a lot of time thinking of her
But I never spoke to her again,
Because my family was leaving
And I had to go with them,

I didn’t tell her because it would have broken my life,
And my ultimate failure would have taken new heights,
Even though she might not have felt the same as I,
I did it for her because she made feel like I could fly,

Now I know I shall never again
Be able to call her my dear friend,
And I’m completely breaking myself apart
As this pain suffocates my broken heart

my alarm goes off every morning
while I’m still snoozing and snoring,
i go to school and every second is so **** boring,
I’m just getting fatter with all this energy I’m storing,
i hate sitting here in this ******* chair,
all I’m doing here is wasting air,
if i could get out id go anywhere,
but for now i can only sit and stare,
let me out and send me to the moon,
we all know life ends way too soon,
c'mon man it’s almost noon,
i haven’t even gotten in my daily hour of doom,
when I’m done with this **** I’m saying goodbye,
i won’t even bother telling anyone why,
and i won’t waste my time stopping just to cry,
life is too short to worry about when i'll die,
I’m gonna climb mountains and swing on trees,
I’m gonna cross deserts and sail the seven seas,
ill fight monsters, beasts, animals, and bees,
ill defend to the death anything that life frees,
because life isn't meant to be lived behind a desk,
taking away all of life's very best,
with all this pressure lying on your chest,
just drop it, go out, and experience the real test!

I remember when I was just a small boy,
Playing with my yellow Tonka toy,

I would pay no attention to all the death in the streets,
I just listened to the comforting sound of my mommas heart beats,

I didn’t care what anyone said to me because I was only a child,
I was always restless, energetic, and wild,

But I was also very sweet, cute, and kind,
The thought of hurting another never came into my mind,

I used to make up the craziest fantasies in my head,
“I always loved hearing your stories” as my mother said,

I would give her two hugs and two kisses every night before I went to bed,
And then she would tuck me in and give me one more kiss on my head,

After she left I would shout goodnight to my sister and my two brothers,
And then I went to sleep with the soothing warmth that was my mothers,