They do not see her,
For she is the invisible one,
The one who fixes broken friendships
And is a shoulder for all sobbing hearts
But who nobody notices.
They do not see her,
For she is the invisible one,
The beauty that is found
Within misery itself.

This is for those that think that
scarring their skin is
more beautiful than
the world we live in.

I'm afraid to watch you stumble and fall because I know I won't be there to bandage your scraped knees

I want to scream and cry and laugh and love but the hurt is too great

All we'll do is break, like fine China falling from it's home on a cabinet shelf

Once in every man's life,
He should be brought to his knees by a beautiful woman.
She should level him. She should hypnotize him, and warp him with her wit beyond recognition. She should give him hope, and then break him.
She should enchant him with her charm. And then curse him with reality.
Her departure should rock him to his core. It should shock him. It should send him reeling for weeks and months after the fact. It should bring up insecurity he had no idea was there.

It should be a mandatory part of becoming a man. A rite of passage that shows him he has no rights to have. If he is broken, he will not break by his own volition. If she is cold, to another he will be warm. He will have no pride or defenses left. He will protect, he will pursue, and he will come to her rescue because he will know.

He will understand his own pain and never wish it upon another. Every man must be destroyed.

I spent weeks coughing up blood, but now it races through my veins

I won't allow myself to need someone as much as I once needed you

The blue sky was slowly tearing
But how badly he was faring
None could tell, the untold pain he was bearing
Yet the tattered ozone
Somewhat meant war was on
Once his people, on their way
With speed that he felt their heartbeats
Could his Earthly family live to see another day
Through the disaster bound for their innocent streets?
Those coming were not only hungry
They were more of angry
A strange darkness had hit the North Star
And a throbbing ache underneath his scar
What other sign did he really need
From his savage old family, to fore-farewell bid
Peace and Joys to embrace the raging sorrow
Filled with despair of not seeing through the tunnel to tomorrow
Was he going to just back down?
Was it too late
Was he going to hold his orb of fate
And clear its darkness,or just watch Earth drown?