She had it all now its all gone
she thought she had no other option but she was wrong
The thoughts piled in her head she could not go back
she started to pressure her thoughts until she cracked

She thought she was a burden too difficult to bear
all she wanted to do was for it all to be adhere
So many death questions floating in her head
she wanted to get it over and done with and be dead

She observed all her previous tries
all she did was but fall to the ground and cry
The thought of doing it properly finely caved in
she thought what she was doing was really but finally brave

She held the knife tight to her neck and the sharp blade to her wrists
she left the reasons of why she couldn't take it on a morbid long list
She slashed her throat with the knife
and in just one split  second she was removed from life

Coffee is Coffee
and Tea is Tea
Burn your lips and think of me

The poor innocent civilians of Gaza are dying
I can hear the screams of their crying
I moan with the people of Gaza
This is a horrid monstrosity way of a massacre
I cannot just sit back and be a passenger
Their human rights are being snatched away from them
I thought we were against violence mayhem?
In Gaza peoples guts and gores are all around
doesn't it make you just want to shut down?

WORLD WAR III
will be the end of both you and me

Listen up and pay good attention
Cause life is only full of imperfections
The ridiculous judgment of society we create
and we wonder why in the world we cant simply instantiate

If I was but an beautiful and pure exotic green leaf
I would be tied to an amazing oak tree with a very strong belief
I would be tossed with the breeze of the wind from side to side
and I would try my best and keep myself tied

I have but a wonderful way to frolic
and you would think i'm very much jolly
From season to season I change my appearance
I know I wont die because I have reassurance

Out of nowhere today I was simply wrong
I started falling slowly from the tree to the ground
and I just couldn't believe I went from green to brown
now I have nothing to do but just settle down

You almost shine as bright as the school bus yellow sun
Where you tend to be like the cool breeze of the wind on the sienna earth
And the fresh flowers bloom of burgundy and the sand a light shade of wheat