Why would our children be the things we are not? The world around us cannot be changed with a simple thought. It is your duty to be a soldier or die if you have not fought. Now if you're like me, you're sick of this lie people have bought. But the people who sold it to us, are the ones who should be blamed. Blame your enemy; blame your sister. Either way, it's the same. Because times are changing; our whole world can be seen re-arranging. To fit the fragile pieces that they say can stop me from ragging. But I'm still writing on this page; nothing is getting better. Right now, I'm just looking for something to make me feel as light as a feather. Some escape from this modern world that has been plagued. Drugs, ****, Wars, and everything that can be seen that isn't staged. People say they listen to the facts. Then close their eyes all the same. But when you close them you are blind. Then your mind can be tamed. This is a world where civil rights are seen as less important than one's own religion. Where being bullied for what you think is fine. But you don't see them as your brethren, you don't see them as your friends. When really they are your very own family. Conversations with peers, saying, "Doing this will bring out the man in me." So you push him to the floor, and he is crying while you shout. But is this the path of your Jesus Christ? If so, count me out.

Your savior stood for compassion. Accepting those for how they were. Your God created you to love everyone. Gay. Straight. Him or Her. Everyone I speak with nowadays cites scriptures. But they won't discuss. Even the Devil can cite scriptures if he must for his own purpose. Your savior stood for compassion. Accepting those for how they were. Your God created you to love everyone. Gay. Straight. Him or Her. Don't start thinking I'm against the idea of a god above. I'm more against the idea of caring for some, and for others no love. I'm more against the idea of real hate. Because of how I look, how I talk or how I act. How I think, or what I believe in your sacred book.  Maybe I too can be judgmental. And maybe in your eyes I show signs of being insane. I promise you now, I'm not the only one who gets wet when you see the sky rain. So maybe we could put aside the fact that you and I have separate ideas. But I will not sit back and watch you do this to my peers. So if you cannot change the way you think or at least the way you act, I don't believe you have a part in my life. That statement is a fact. Equality is a right everyone deserves just as much as you do. Freedom is a basic need, and love is something we should all do. If someone doesn't see that, then that someone doesn't see. If someone doesn't need that, then that someone doesn't need. Now these are just some words on paper. Maybe they describe how you feel. But they cannot change your life. That's done by your very own free will. The world is changing rapidly, and it's time you catch up to it. It's not my job to make you start. But it is to make you realize this. Think of the people you call friends. Whom you help when they need. Thinking they ask out of pure helplessness. And not asking with only greed. But do you agree to do what they need you to do? Until everything is done. And once you give them what the need. The same people leave you with... None. (MikelWJ)

You're a just a pathetic little weakingling that nobody will ever love.
Your own father rejected you because he knew what was to come.
You can't stay in sports, you give up on your talents.
You waste your good looks, and you're all out of balance.
You disappoint your family, hell, you were a worthless mistake.
Yeah, go ahead, pick up the bottle, you always seem to break.
You can't keep it together, and you're a failure at life.
You bargin everynight with the same, dull knife.
You think god isn't real, hah, he is, he just has better things to do.
Than to try and love a miserable **** up like you.
You couldn't even hide those petty little scars.
And now the world can see what waste you are.
You hurt your mother; you make her cry.
Yet you have the audacity to wonder why.
Look at yourself, you're a wreck, you're a mess.
All you bring others is worry and stress.
So go ahead do the world a favour.
Don't even bother with the pencil and paper.
Forget the blades, and forget the pills, just get it right.
Grab the gun and you can end it all tonight*.

The voices told her this everynight.
She was giving up; she didn't want to fight.
Society altered her beautiful mind.
And a dead body is all you'll find.
No one understands, why she ended her life.
All people can do is mourn; cry; wonder why.
She was beauty, she was a wonder.
Then her scars were well discovered.
They spoke a story, loud and clear.
As if she herself whispered the answers in their ears.
She locked herself up to fight a battle alone.
A battle that she could have easily won.
She pushed there love away, for the fear of rejection.
While spiraling into a manic depression.
Fear in her eyes that nobody saw.
Now everyone looks and wonders with awe.
All that's left is to say goodbye.
An angle is born, and the demons died.