We search for better means to end out pain,
But it's these drugs that keep us sane.
Numb to it all, we simply exist.
That escape from it all we just can't resist.
Scared of the world, we cower in fear.
Hoping that the end is truly near.
The truth of it all, we know to be just.
The feeling of emptiness, ready to bust.
But we bottle them up, mask them with lies.
To hope they can't see through our dark eyes.

I’m sick of all the *******, I’m sick of all the lies.
I’m through with listening to your rhetoric; your words are now fallen cries.
We’ve all been beaten, bloodied, and battered before.
But shattering lives won’t even the score.
It’s time to hit them where it hurts the most.
Their pride, their ego, that callous entitlement they boast.
So given the chance, would you do it again?
The ends and the means are both on the mend.

Eventually the moon loses its shine over time.
It dims and then fades; nature's greatest crime.
The van Gogh you desired turns dim, then black.
It's lost in the memories you won't get back.

The stars you wished on burned out in the sky.
Falling like tears that you refused to cry.
Splattered like a Pollack, then erased from sight,
Left alone to ponder your life in the night.

It may be darkest before the dawn.
But all of your dreams seem to be gone.
You're channeling your inner Picasso blue,
But dreaming of what else there is to do.

Your easel is life, your brush be your decision.
Will your masterpiece come from perfect precision?

I am not afraid of death.
Death is the final answer,
It may come from the ending of breath,
Or perhaps from succumbing to cancer.
Death is not what I fear,
For it brings with it great peace,
Despite what you commonly hear,
Death provides great release.

What I fear is the everyday routine,
Or life, as we like to say.
The constant struggle as a human being
Takes its toll every day.
I cringe the thought of falling behind,
And being left in the dust.
For life is the game without rewind,
And moving forward is a must.

My lungs keep me breathing, but am I really alive?
24 years later, and I'm just living to survive.
Because cowards end their life,
With a gun, pills or a knife.
And none of those are the answer I'm trying to derive.

My life has been flipped, in every possible sense.
I fear I'm becoming always mentioned in the past tense.
I work at night and sleep all day,
No one to hear what I've got to say,
I'm staying afloat, but at what expense?

These are my feeble cries to a unconcerned crowd.
I continue to chant "when will I make you proud?"
Because the people don't care
All they will do is stare.
As I cause a scene with a voice that echoes loud.

Your words lack meaning when backed by lies.
They pour out your mouth but drip through your eyes.
They fall like rain, the forecast reads pain.
But you must let them out to keep yourself sane.

They echo and haunt your every single thought.
A salvation you wish that you simply just bought.
Your soul up for bid, but who do we kid?
Its value diminished by the truth that you hid.

The list of your sins would make Satan blush.
Your hell is the product of dreams that you crush.
A spectator sport, with no need for support.
You glow in the spotlight cast down on the court.

Nothing remains as you receive your fate.
The harshest reality for all of your hate.
Condemned to the fact that you made a pact,
Your soul was the fee for the devil to attract.

Your voice is my alarm clock
Your scent like salts to bring me back
To another day of conflict,
As I brace for your attack.

The guns are blazing in this fight
It's high noon in this Wild West
But before I have time to load,
You've fired two into my chest.

Trust was lost with innocence,
But you still will play this game.
Only, you can turn it off,
I wish I could do the same.

I finally find a moment of peace,
But you decide that you want more.
I emptied the bench hours ago,
While you just run up the score.

And after all the struggle,
I collapse and close my eyes
On pillows of broken promises,
Blankets quilted out of lies.

I've made this bed I rest in,
Toss and turn throughout the night,
A greater foe, this time myself
As I relive every fight.

As a king I sit at the top of the hill,
My throne cast into the shadows of night.
Behind my casings I watch the thrill,
Of the echoes just itching to fight.
For which cry or plea of insanity,
Warrants a much needed action of change.
But through vanity we're denied humanity
And all hope remains out of range.

A city littered with broken dreams
Scattered like trash on a public street.
The tattered faces more than what it seems,
But strung as those lost in the beat.
The smell in the air as foul as the crimes
Committed behind the veil of justice.
And here in lies the question of times,
Has our trigger for empathy become restless?

Dollars and cents without common sense
Spread towards the towns select few.
Remorseless souls, no signs of their repents
Noticiblally absent from the public's pew
Our father's fantasy, our mother's dreams,
Once beaconed as the hope of the West
But now it seems, just lost to the screams,
And left to the wayside like the rest.

For once I want to be the lover, instead of just the friend.
For once I want to be the one you love until the end.
For once I want to be the one who makes you laugh or cry.
For once I want to be the only sparkle in your eye.
For once I want to be the boy simply who makes you smile.
For once I want to be the one to make it all worthwhile.
For once I want to be the one you say I love you to.
For once I want to honestly believe you really do.
For once I want to be the one talking with you all night.
For once I want to be the one that you honestly just might.
For once I want to be the one you introduce to mom and dad.
And if yoy let me be the one, for once I will be glad.

Lashing out for anger as though you are possessed.

This is the result of the lies you had confessed.

Is it too late for your soul to be blessed?

The world may never know.



Crying out in pain as you watch your soul die.

Tears building up as you look to the sky.

The only thing you can do is just ask why.

But the answer you already know.



Try to bottle it up and force yourself to smile.

Be one among the many for just a little while.

But never once conform to their stupid style.

Because it's something that you know.



Eternity is a long time, but not long enough for you.

To understand the torture you put yourself through.

My only question is why must you do what you do.

This is all I want to know.



Bitter words I have spoken, as they ring through your head.

Would you prefer a silly lie? A love poem instead?

I refuse to repeat the hypocrisy that we are constantly fed.

This is the life we all know.

Bottles of alcohol should be labeled "False Hope",
Because they are no more than a method to cope.
You drink one down, pass it around, and get lost in it all.
But back down to Earth you'll eventually fall.

Once back to the surface, you gather a new means.
Of getting to the levels shown on the silver screens.
You get yourself high, but it all ends the same.
You're floating alone, sifting through all their blame.

"A car wreck sound lovely", you say to yourself.
As you pull out the blade and harm your health.
Your silent cries have fallen on empty ears.
It is the final product of your greatest fears.

You found a revolver in your parent's drawer.
Ready to claim the casualty of an internal war.
"They won't miss me at all" you truly believe.
But I'll still be here, alone and left to grieve.

You pride yourself on being an Instagram ******.
To hide the fact that you're a scholastic flunkie.
Your body may be skinny, but your attitude is chunky.
But that doesn't matter, your boyfriend is hunky.
You're just another member of this generation.
Using social media to seek validation.
Unwilling to join the societal relegation.
You snap another selfie to provide esteem inflation.

Congratulations on finally being Instafamous!
Appealing to all, from beauty to heinous.
Leading the change to a society of nameless.
With actions to show that you are truly shameless.

As a child, Mom and Dad said it was "just a phase."
Growing up, you lived the life that was "all the rage"
But now that your face has taken center stage.
It's time to see how your true colors have aged...
Instagram should name a filter after you,
For all the nights that you went through,
Matching the right lighting and tone
For people to view on their telephone:
Your perfect hair,
Your perfect eyes,
That perfect smile,
Conceiling lies.
Your perfect body,
Your perfect chest,
Convince them all,
That you're the best.
2000 men,
And many more,
Still totally think,
You're an instawhore!

Congratulations on finally being Instaqueen,
The idol to girls under seventeen.
A product raisedon a Disney screen,
Maybe now you'll get what they truly mean...

She writes symphony's when she speaks,
A voice that separates from the choir.
I'm shouting from the top of mountain peaks,
Balancing while crossing a tight rope wire.

Her voice carries like the word of a king,
Commanding those that choose to hear.
The bell of the ball, her voice will ring,
I'll come running until I am near.

Her charm is her strongest tool,
Like a guitar, finely tuned to proper key.
I dance to her song like a silly fool,
Only wishing that she sang about me.

The song is over, I begin to walk away,
Her performance was simply the best.
I really hope that she will stay,
For her encore is better than the rest.

Enough of your games, you always win.
Enough of your pain, derived from sin.
Inside you are already dead to me.
Good thing I haven't started acting out.

Did I break the structure of what I said?
You ruined the foundation that holds up my head.
So I won't give you an ounce of remorse.
Instead you're just a marker along my course.

You wanted it all, I gave all I could.
You wanted my love, I said that I would.
But now you've tarnished all that I had.
So don't play dumb at the fact that I'm mad.

I'm starting over now, so I need to move on.
By this time tomorrow, you know I'll be gone.
On to the next one, who will say more the same.
Because everyone knows that love's just a game.

Letters, words, syllables, sound.
Tiny fragments make the world go round.
But it's the words that aren't said that make this stop.
The fragile sense of self begins to pop.

Hide it all behind a smile, say that it's O.K.
Everyone is better off when it's this way.
**** pride, **** glory, **** self esteem.
Let everything you know come busting out the seam.

All of this, everything, is tied down to diction.
This has become a story that is greater than fiction.
But the world won't understand what I am saying.
As I don't even understand the options that I'm weighing.

Honestly, this writing is starting to grow old.
I can sense these feelings are numbing and cold.
So I'll finish this with a simple request.
Have fun, be happy, and I hope for the best

Freedom can be found floating above.
Independence and grace, soaring like a dove.
But unlike the bird, we all must come down.
The fall from the clouds to this gloomy town.

You can try to stay up there.
But the cloud will evaporate into air.
The descent back down to Earth is fast.
The impact is one that will surely last.

Swallow the sadness with a liquid friend.
But that moment of happiness will quickly end.
Destruction and despair will surely follow.
Then the purging will make you hollow.

What solemn truths are you trying to hide?
What horrible pasts control such a ride?
Instead of cowardice, confront your foes.
And rid yourself of such deadly woes.

Time passes by, and still no word.
My friends simply ask me if I have heard.
They say you speak to them all the time.
So why did we have to stop on a dime?

I wasn't the one who broke your heart.
I'm not saying I'm innocent, I did play my part.
You were the one who wanted this to end.
I thought giving you space would help you mend.

Before all this, you said you would always care.
A shoulder to lean on, you'd always be there.
But now you're gone, and I can finally see.
That all of the fault truly falls on me.

My mind is an asylum,
Committed for insanity.
So I sit in my confined cell,
And watch the world’s vanity.
Consumer greed, ignorant leads
Follow along the woven path.
Something doesn't add up,
Maybe it was my math.
Materials are worth more than man.
Man only cares for power.
The woven path to oblivion
The end is the final hour.
So I sit inside my cell
Knowing I have nothing to gain.
And then I begin to laugh
And say “Maybe I’m the one who’s sane…”

Invigorate the mind through the web that is your self conscious.
Twist and turn every thought into something that you see fit.
Whether it is positive or negative, force yourself into bliss.
And smile because you have no idea what to do with it.

Throw back the world with a blink of an eye.
Leave everything in the midst of the dust.
The dust is the remains when everything begins to die.
Leaving behind the fallen icons you used to trust

Wake up from your dream, insert the reality
Fall back into the day to day, 9 to 5 void you call life.
Fill the void, the blank canvas, the empty entity.
Solve your problems with a car, a dog, or even a wife.

So that was my poem, easy to see.
Just try once, to understand me.

Today's the day I start anew.
The search to find what's really true.
I'll search my soul to find what's inside.
My hopes and fears can no longer hide.

I'll start this quest to save myself.
To recover the strands of mental health.
I'll prove I'm sane and full of grace,
And abolish the outsider in my place.

The problem is not knowing where to start.
Is it my mind, my soul, or even my heart?
All I know is that the time is now.
The questions remaining are when and how.

The final piece to the puzzle is you.
I can't figure out the role you do.
My greatest ally, or my greatest foe.
I guess only time will truly show.

It's hard for me to understand,
Why I continue to force my hand.
Because it's clear from the start,
That my place in your heart,
Is a drop in a barren wasteland.

I just don't get why I'm not enough,
I guess I just don't have the right stuff.
Maybe I just care too much,
About your emotional well being and such,
But I guess I'll just keep calling your bluff.

Friendship is hard for me to obtain,
Because few that I try with seek mutual gain.
I'm simply used as a crutch,
A safety net you can clutch,
Then you recover and never see me again.

So do me a favor and make intentions known,
That way I can help you reap what you've sewn.
And at the cost of my soul,
You'll finally hit your goal,
And I'll stay being the friend you disown.

It's the gift and curse of the artist,
To peak so high and drop so low.
This work seems like not the hardest,
Emotional damage seldom shows.
Inspiration formed in heartbreak,
A mighty hurricane of change.
Emotions finally able to make,
But then scatter out of range.

It's how characters become reality,
The artist's vision begins to show.
Through the high and low duality,
Our hero meets his greatest foe.
If this tale is autobiographical,
Then I shall control the story.
But which ending is more appicable:
Greatest failure or greatest glory?

How come the only voices I hear at night are my own?
I cry out for solace, but no one dares pick up the phone.
So it's another night of laying awake, simply wondering why.
Why am I the lonely one? I thought I was a good guy.

No woman wants to take a chance on the one that's a little odd.
They simply want a dashing smile and a perfectly sculpted ***.
And even if that isn't true, I simply cannot see.
Why no girl ever wants to take a chance on me.

Maybe it's because I lack the confidence to give myself a chance.
But it's hard to find faith in yourself when no one will give a glance.
So instead I'll write my loneliness down, and drown it all away.
For a bottle of beer I'll never fear because it never has words to say.

A troubled heart and troubled mind are often one in the same.
But this loneliness and unwillingness must be the one to blame.
And I guess I'll end this poem with another bitter  word.
Cause I'm simply nothing more than the odd one in the herd.

It's Friday night, the feeling is right,
And I've gotten myself in the mood.
To sit on the couch, and act like a grouch,
While deep inside I brood.

The cynicism in me is easy to see,
Because I never leave room for doubt.
I refuse to believe but instead I perceive.,
A life with a reason to pout.

Sitting in place, with despair on my face,
Unable to give myself a chance.
Because deep down inside, I'm inclined to hide,
For they never give a second glance.

So with words I'll play, I'll woefully say,
That this is not how to be.
Because if you spent the time to read this rhyme,
You're just as manic as me.

People are fickle, people are strange.
Only pretend to care until you're out of range.
Use you to prop themselves up again.
Toss you aside completely after then.

They'll never say it, but it's inherently true.
They just never really cared about you.
Concealed among silence and a phony smile.
Pretending to be your friend all the while.

You change your mind like the color of your hair.
How easy it is to pretend that you care.
But have some decency and say it to my face.
And end this facade with some dying grace.

I want to be swept away by a hurricane,

Caught, tangled, broken in two.

Thrown out onto a fault line,

Splitting the world in half,

Descending into your madness and Hell.

I want to go to war alone,

Making as much noise as I can.

Running through a minefield,

Equipped with only a pistol,

And a shot reserved for you.

I want to burn out, alone and cold.

Caught in contradictory parallel miseries.

Being driven completely insane,

By the memories that remain, 

And everything else you forgot.

I want a lot of things,

But what I want the most,

Is for you to give me back,

Something you never planned to take,

My peace of mind.

You can't control how people think
Or how they truly feel.
Your only hope is that when they blink
They see what's truly real.
Their smiles hide the lies they tell,
Speaking lines that match their face.
An image that they're pressed to sell,
You're the constituent of their disgrace.

They don't care for your objection,
Only hearing what works best.
Their kindness masks rejection,
While your pain seeps through your chest.
Firmly rooted in their stances,
Their opinions refuse to budge.
They refuse second chances,
And prefer to simply judge.

All roads lead to self-salvation
You just need to travel light
The rebel laughs at retaliation,
And will revel in any fight.
So even if the mask they wear
Looks like the one of a friend.
Watch out to see if they really care,
Or cause another wound to mend.

I've been told to show some pride
When my mistakes began to glow.
But my feelings were the first that died
When I swallowed them long ago.


My greatest friends are frozen on my wall.
Their smiles shine with a mocking sense of glee.
I hear their hallowed, empty call.
Their words rain down upon me.


You called me the light at the end of the tunnel.
When you meant that I'm better off dead.
The hope you gave began to funnel
As your words echo through my head.


So I simply sit and write these empty verses
Pretending that you care to hear.
But you gutted my feelings like your empty purses.
And left me with nothing but fear.

My real emotion and feelings hide,
I struggle to keep it all inside.
Behind the words of discontent,
Behind the voice of dissonance.
Behind the scent of false allure,
Behind the scope of what's impure.
Behind the hopes that never last,
Behind the fears from my past.
Behind the smile of a million lies,
Behind the glance of sullen eyes.
Behind it all you may finally see,
The struggle that rages inside of me.

I've learned a lot of things since birth,
My ideals I cleverly contrive.
But I've never could price my own self-worth,
What value do I derive?
 
If I was presented upon the shelf,
And a dollar bill was the max.
I'd want you to protect your wealth,
I'm pocket change including tax.

There is one thing I can't project,
And it should drive up the price.
I'm a commodity that my friends collect,
To them my value is thrice.

So my price upon the shelf will raise,
And for more time I'll have to sit.
In time, someone will cast a gaze,
And see my value a perfect fit.

When I was young, what I feared the most,
Were the monsters under my bed.
But when I grew up, I began to host,
Those monsters in my head.

As time went on, I began to find
Those monsters became my friends.
Battles ensued inside my mind
Just simple means to the ends.

Fear, doubt, and self loathing reigned,
As the three wise men inside.
Under their control, my confidence waned
And forced self respect to hide.

These monsters continue to reign supreme.
And refuse to let me be sane.
The answer differs from nightmare to dream,
Victory, or a bullet to the brain.

You gave your mind to something you truly believed in,
You have your heart to someone who didn't truly believe in you.
Your heart began to pollute your mind with sin.
Until madness corrupted every action you would do.

You struggled to fight against the attack.
Colors blended from the fading light's gleam.
Senses failed as you faded into black,
Darkness fell upon your hopes and dreams.

Empty and void, that's how you exist,
Attached to misery, drawing blood like a leech.
The sympathy of others you couldn't resist,
The opportunity for the masses to hear you preach.

You sighed your final breath and passed away,
The coroner determined it to be a broken heart.
Your final words were simply "Please Stay"
Just know that no one filled the part.

Our parents said when we grew up,
That it would all make sense.
18 years later, half a drink in my cup
And I'm still sitting on the fence.
Because I understand the little things,
Like what really was under my bed.
But I still don't know who pulls the strings,
Or what's really inside my head.

Afraid of what the future will bring,
I'm drowning my fears in the bleak.
Because with time comes an eventual swing,
That helps bring down your body's peak.
My greatest fear is being alone,
While watching the undeserving succeed.
Submerged in doubt, up high on my throne,
I fail to adjust to life's unfathomable speed.

The first two verses came from when I became of age.
And a lot has surely changed since that day.
I have calmed a lot of my fiery rage,
And completely understand life in entirely new way.
But my hopes and fears remain the same,
While the rest of the world changes face.
But I now know I'm the one to blame,
For never trying to change my place.

The lightning that I saw in your eyes,
Couldn’t match the thunder in your heart.
And in this storm that we call love,
The torrential downpour was just the start.

The flooding of guilt that was to come,
Could break the levy of almost any man.
The darkness in the skies gave no hope,
No rising dawn appeared in this plan.

So I stood my ground while it crumbled,
And the Earth gave way below me.
For my final breath, I released a cry.
“Is this all you wanted from me?”

The look in your eye showed the storm had passed,
And the tides had shifted back.
Then we began to rebuild again.
Nature’s course is back on track.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days.
It all goes by in so many ways.
But you can't see through the haze.
Too blinded to complete the maze.

As time fades, so does your shine.
The memories turn into a shrine.
We attempt to let them age like wine.
To prove to ourselves that it was fine.

But the truth is that everything will end.
The colors blur and then then they will blend.
And all I wanted was to have a friend.
But now all I have is the memory to send.

So think back and smile, and remember the good.
Although it faded like no one expected it could.
And honestly I never thought that it would.
But now I reflect at the spot where we stood.

If it's easier for you to apologize,
Then get permission from the go.
Then you need to look inside yourself,
And see what's left to show.
Because you override your boundaries,
Entry is allowed from any source
Data corrupts your mind's processor
Nature's taken off of its course.

We should try to fix your sanity,
And hope it spreads into your heart.
Because masked beyond all the vanity,
Is the real place that we should start.
You jump like a dog who hears their name,
With fits of joys or absolute fears.
You can't differ voices when all sound the same.
So more often it's puddles of tears.

Let's talk about the loves in your life,
The catalyst for all these games.
I'd ask your heart, mind and genitals,
But they'd tell me three different names.
One is passion through intelligence,
One makes your heart just feel the best.
But one just gets you so turned on,
That you just say **** the rest.

And now you're looking in the mirror,
A broken soul worn down by jade.
You're memories reverse to childhood,
And then they begin to fade.
But the image that's left to reflect,
Is the image you've made your own,
The cracks in the mirror increase your shine,
To remind your soul you're never alone.

Your style and grace illuminate this place,
When you crack a smile on your face.
But your eyes conceal a world full of lies,
That was created by all the other guys.

I'm not depressed, I'm just uninspired by all the rest,
Whose eyes seem to fixate entirely on your chest.
And after a while, it'll go out of style.
But you'll hide your denial with a crooked smile.

Its insane to know they have nothing to gain,
By attempting to get inside of your brain.
But I'm not the same, and I know its a shame,
But there's no one to blame for this silly little game.

So give me a chance, more than just a glance,
My intentions are greater than to get in your pants.
Because more than your bed, I want in your head.
To prove that romance is anything but dead.

I can't be the one to save you,
I can't even save myself.
A novel is formed from what you went through,
Just to collect dust upon my shelf.

Our problems are one in the same,
We both seek the chance for love.
You have sorrow and heartache to blame.
While I'm left seeking guidance above.

We both feel empty and alone,
But we won't give each other hope.
We simply fake it over the phone,
And think it helps the other cope.

Like yin with yang, we coexist,
Because alone we cease to be.
But how much longer can fate resist,
The bond between you and me?

When you open your mouth, I begin to sigh.
Your conversations always start with "me, my, or I".
Force feed the others to consume your lie.
To prove a point you simply must make.

No amount of cover-up will mask your vanity.
You're the driving force behind the decline of humanity.
Mascara will only emphasize the look of insanity.
That shows in every photo you take.

You call it confidence, most call it deceit.
At the edge of the frame, decency lies in defeat.  
Pushed out by your ego, empathy sent to retreat.
With every crooked smile that you fake.

So stay true to yourself, ignorance is blissfully gold.
Vanity and conceit disguised in your attempt to be bold.
Your feeling of humility left out in the cold.
A process you enabled for egotistic's sake.

What are your demons that keep you awake?
The smile on your face that you grimly fake.
The howling call of 3 AM will beckon.
Claiming your sanity, despite what you reckon.

Do your demons lie in the reflection of the mirror?
The consumation of your trials and fear.
That no matter the reason, it's clear in your eyes.
That the mirror will only conjure your lies.

Perhaps your demons dwell inside of your head.
Emerging as thoughts as you lie in bed.
Despite your reassurance, it's easy to see.
Your ego can't accept what you turned out to be.

So lie to yourself, keep saying you're fine.
And keep walking your carefully scripted line.
But the demons know all, and will tear you apart.
Because yours reside in the center of your heart.

I can't believe I fell again,
Forever cast the fool.
I sat and tried to comfort you,
While you cried alone at school.
I tried to tell you everything,
You just didn't want to hear.
And now this beast has come to life,
Everything I always feared.

I'm everything you need in life,
But not enough you like.
I give my best performance,
He just winks and drops the mike.
His perfect hair, his cheeky smile,
That boy just sure can spit that fire.
And keeps on splitting what your inhaling,
While you only only just get higher.

But I just can't be hateful,
In fact I'm green with envy,
I only wish you'd tell the truth,
There's no need here to defend me
Glad to know I'm an appetizer,
To prepare you for the meal.
I hope he says he loves you, then lies.
Then you'd know how how this ******* feels.

My god it's truly tragic,
That this is how it ends.
I would have accepted honesty
Cause I thought that we were friends.
But instead you show your colors,
Shining bright for all to see.
And the reality of the matter is,
The only fool here is me.

So take another snapshot,
With some whiskey and your lens.
You sit and cry about your life
And all your dead end friends.
When the truth is that you'll never change,
You didn't care at all.
And now I'm stuck with all the pieces,
The shatters from the fall.

Your cries for help fall like tears,
To the unforgiving masses.
You spill your guts and your fears,
While they sit on their fat *****.

The crowd feeds on your futile pleas.
The emotion keeps them alive.
The stench you emit; they cling to like fleas.
Your failure is the reason they survive.

So keep them happy, play your part,
And watch them as they dance.
They revel in the pain in your heart,
Then turn without another glance.

The sickening part of all of this,
Is that you call them your friends.
Your pain is all they would surely miss.
So appease them to the very end.

I question the meaning of friendship,
Right down to its very core.
I believed that a friend must give,
But my 'friends' thought to simply take more.

Nothing but an afterthought,
My 'friends' leave me in the dust.
Care must be optional to them,
I thought it was a must.

When they are sad, they talk to me,
Because I'll try to make it right.
But when they are happy, they forget I exist.
Which for me means another lonely night.

Maybe the problem simply is me,
For not knowing my 'friends' weren't true.
And those who know me reading this,
Chances are, I'm talking about you.

Have you ever felt lost, alone, and wanted to cry?
Unable to cope because your soul wants to die?
You try to escape from it all by simply getting high.
Instead of actually trying to contemplate why.

Unable to escape the demons of your past.
You continue to act in the role that they cast.
Inside you want to run, but they are much too fast.
So you force yourself to see how long you can last.

Your eyes lost their shine, the white fades to grey.
Your fears of it all have bound you to stay.
So shiver cold and alone in your bed where you lay.
And struggle to find the right words to say.

Two birds leave their nest and begin to fly together.
A dark omen in the sky predicates nasty weather.
Undeterred by their state, they choose their own fate.
And fly like one under a lone ruffled feather.

Thunder and lighting echo in the dark of the night.
These birds can sense that they are in for a fight.
The wind begins to shift, their flight begins to drift.
As they soar in the sky looking for a beacon of light.

The winds shift again, the birds caught in its path.
Mother Nature begins to show her draconian wrath.
The birds begin to ascend, precious energy they must spend,
Hell's fury unleash, no salvation for the birds nature hath.

The birds begin to fall, descending to the ground.
But nowhere is safe from the echoes of the sound.
Lighting strikes the Earth, completing the circle from birth.
Crescendoing with the raindrops, death begins to hound.

Doubt, fear, hollow remorse.
Afraid that nature has went off course.
Unable to locate the primary source.
Of where my feelings brood.

I blame the others for lack of concern.
My passion and dreams just crackle and burn.
Their intimacy and trust I'll never earn.
For I'm simply just some dude.

To appeal to none, to exist in space.
The deafening echo from the look on their face.
A puppet for amusement, if that's the case.
Then time for a change of attitude.

If I'm alone, it's honestly fine.
Because it's nobody's fault but mine.
Wondering why is crossing the line.
And I wouldn't want to be rude.

If I care too much, then so it be.
I'll learn to exist solely for me.
But until my tense can change to we.
My life is one big interlude.

We are all just little dreamers,
With ambition and goals in our head.
Through rallying cries and vocal screamers,
We keep marching until we are dead.
Our hopes lay over the horizon,
Our fears dwell in the valleys below.
The gold in the sunset we keep our eyes on,
Is better than what we already know.

Our cast is made up of broken smiles,
And eyes that have seen real hell.
And although we've suffered different trials,
We unite under the same rallying bell.
Learning from our ancestors before us,
We carry their badge in our hearts.
In their rallying cries we form our chorus,
In this symphony we all play our parts.

And they won't silence us until we are done,
Until all our demands have been met.
If our bodies go down by the blast of the gun,
More of us will arrive you can bet.
It takes more than a bullet to **** an ideal,
And we will stand by it to the end.
Consider this cry our grand reveal,
Of the fallen hearts on the mend.

Your name is like a memory,
But one I greatly wish forgotten.
Your presence does not better me
Instead leaves me alone and rotten.
Your song traps like a siren
Alluring all who hear its call.
As a slave, I hope you're hiring,
At your feet I'll always fall.

False hopes and dreams only remain,
Where the shell of a man once stood.
Your taste could drive any insane,
Convert a man from the greater good.
You don't know the crime that you commit,
Everytime you simply cast a smile.
It's a ****** of pride you'll never admit,
You just laugh and give your denial.

Your absence leaves me at a loss,
With nothing in it's place to fill.
I'll drink to forget just like a boss,
And hope none of my feelings spill.
But the liquor just doesn't fill the gap
Instead it leaves me hollow and alone.
Bringing out feelings from the gap,
The ones you put in the 'friend zone'.

They say you need to love yourself,
In order to find it from another.
But self-esteem is a false sign of wealth,
When they all treat you like a brother.
I'm just so ******* tired of wearing a face,
Biting my tongue as you give up your heart.
A man who can't handle such beauty or grace,
I guess that's why I've been cast in this part.