if I starve myself my bones will show
if I cut my thighs no one will know
theyll check your wrist for cuts and scars
but none will mend the broken heart.
ill pop the pills and die real slow.
quietly, so no one will know.

hangman is a game we all used to play
but do we know the real meaning of the game?
some words will hurt
some will be the trigger to the gun
some with be the knot thats tied in the rope
some will be the sharp edge of the blade
and some will be the death of me

DEMONS
DEMONS
I feel like I can hear them
but they are not whispering.
the screams are peircing my ears during the middle of the stone cold night.
their faces are horrific
but they have pretty smiles.
theyre quite big, yet they walk for miles.
I know they walk because im followed everywhere I go.
I act like theyre not there and play pretend.
the funny thing is I used to call these demons friends.

The world is full of violence
Now I don't write this for change
I write this for myself
Let's face the truth
We rather be in gangs than
Be in a study groups
We rather laugh at others than
Stand up to one another
We rather live life in fear than
Try to make a change
We rather be slaves of our government than
Fight for equality
We rather feed the ones with food than
Feed the less fortunate
We rather educate some than
Educate all
We rather take pride in our horrible nation than
Realize we're doing something wrong
We are the violence this world
Is full of

With age comes wisdom
I'd rather not know anything
Than have to experience the pain
I rather be ignorant
Than be all knowing
Why ?
Because when you don't know anything
All you know is **Happiness