Pardon what I say
But **** the system.
When you have kids
snapping against others
hurting themselves
Because these
adults
in charge
can't understand that
bullying
is abuse.
"There's nothing more
I can do."
*******!
"It didn't happen here,
so we can't help."
You wouldn't anyway!
I want to expose the fallacies.
Tell the truth.
The whole truth.
The system is flawed.
When you have kids
killing themselves
ending their own lives
because some adult
"couldn't" help?
LIES.
When you have kids
snapping
and hurting others
killing others,
and
"no one saw it coming."?
LIES.
This **** hits home.
Going through years
of abuse by other people.
"If you're not bleeding
you're fine."
Stop.
Don't lie.
If I'm not bleeding I'm fine?
What?
Tell that to the scars.
Tell that to the blood that did fall.
I caused the blood
I caused the scars
But do not say the hurt was my fault.
DO NOT say that I should **** it up.
DO NOT tell me some *******
about how it gets better.
Because when this **** was happening
do you think I looked forward?
Do you think that I was hopeful
full of wonder at the future?
No.
I was depressed.
I know now
that yea, it does get better.
But when you tell a depressed person
that
it
gets
better
they're stuck in the present
maybe even the past
Because looking forward
all I saw
was more pain and hurt on the way.

The system is ******.
And so are we.
Society is ******.
And so is our future.

Unless we stand up.
Fight against those who
"don't see anything wrong"
Show the truth
For what it really is.

No it's not pretty
No it's not nice
But yes it's the truth
But yes, it is right.

I wish I did not have to be
perfectly politically correct.
I have a serious fear
of offending anyone.
I am so tired of being the one
who preaches love and harmony.
I wish that people would just
******* get along for once.
I am the one who has to
break up the arguments.
I am the one who cannot deal with
my own qualms because I can be vicious.
No one would believe it;
that I could be a raging *****.
But I definitely can.
When I get on that nice long tangent
When words just pour out
not a full stop, barely breathing.
No one has truly been
ripped to pieces by me.
I hold back.
I know I could hurt someone.
I know this because
I have been hurt before.
I am afraid of letting myself go
because I will hurt someone.
But I pull the emotion in
and don't do anything.
I wish I did not have to be the person
who sets an example for others.
I wish I could just be kid.
I wish that I could be myself.
I don't think that I
am actually this "PC".
I don't think so
I hope I am not because
that would make me too good to be true.

I am not complaining
I am depressed.
I do not mean the garden variety
Typical misnomering
Ignorant word use.

I am actually depressed
Things have happened
That caused me to be depressed
Things happen
That make it worse.

But do not take my words
In the wrong manner
Because I know the difference
Between sad
and depressed.

I am depressed
There is no
Sugar coating to be had
I accept it
But it hurts.

Do you know what's terrible?
I want to do something bad.
But I can't.
Why can't I do something bad?
The things I take would mix.
Bad thing.

I want to do it anyway.
I may just get sleepy.
I may just feel sick.
But at least I'll know.
But I'm afraid to try.
But I want to so bad.

Take another.
But it wasn't working.
Just take another.
But I feel terrible.
Take another.
This isn't working;
I don't like this.

Try another.
But I don't want to.
Just try another.
But the last one didn't work.
Try another.
These aren't working;
I hate this.

Try a few more.
But the last two didn't work.
Just try a few more.
But what will happen?
Try a few more.
The last didn't work;
How will these mix?

Stop taking those.
But I thought they were working.
Just stop taking those.
I thought they were helping!
Stop taking those.
I'm afraid to do this;
I want it do be done.

I can't use certain words
Because they offend
certain people.

Do we want to do this?
Do you want to
start this game?

If I went around telling people
they can't use certain words.
No one would talk to me.

In my short life
I've had many things
go terribly wrong.

But I don't tell people
what they can't joke about
that they can't even use the words.

So do you really want to start this?
I don't take offense at your off color jokes
The ones that actually do hurt

When you joke about "emo" kids
Because they're the ones who cut themselves
Because only stupid people cut

When you joke about shooting yourself
Because you don't want to do something
Because something is difficult

When you joke about so many sensitive topics
You risk hurting someone else
But you preach that already

I expect that if you censor me
I have the right to do the same
Isn't that how it works now?

So next time I say something
That you don't agree with
Bite your tongue or prepare yourself

You either accept what I say
Or you stop making sensitive subject jokes
Because you'll have to deal with my hurt.

The sun and the moon
Were once lovers you see
The sun loved the moon

As she had a very apt spot
She saw him quite often
Except on rare occasion

When a rock of unknown inhabitats
Intercepted the sun and moon
She could no longer see her love

She wept in those times
When she could not catch a glimpse
Of her one true love

The sun would rejoice
When she could spot her love again
The moon back within her sights

Years passed, this continued
The sun would see her moon
She would admire him from afar

One day the sun awoke
A cataclysmic event
Had passed during her slumber

Her love, the moon
Had come closer to her!
She rejoiced aloud, flares flying

The sun's love was nearer
She could finally speak
To her love, the moon

But the sun soon discovered
A terrible ordeal was about
The moon did not speak back

Did this event cause his death?
Wondered the sun, of her love
But she did not understand

The truth in it all
The moon is a rock
The sun did not know

She wept and suddenly
she burned so much brighter
that she imploded

In her sorrow and emotion
she destroyed the whole system
She engulfed and fell

This star of the poem,
the star of our earth
had killed us in her grief