Her heart beats the bass drum of her symphony mind.
Her poet soul writes ballets of her reluctant spirit.
Her delicate body is inched in mithril chain works,
Never ceasing to save her from danger; herself.
Artwork covers her remote vessel, maps guiding along.
Telling wicked stories with beautiful silk advocacies,
Carefully constructed of pearly whites,
Rose pinks, plum purples and crimson reds.
She's up in her tower, guarded by bitterness and pain.
Her secluded wonderland is unseen by most eyes.
Yet those who bare the trouble of the journey,
Will arrive forever unchanged with awe and sadness
In their hearts. As for the girl who the world blindly oversees,
She steals the breath of the ones who hold her dear.

Astounding how a crowded hallway can be so lonesome
Oddly everyone once known, merely seem to be strangers
Social anxiety being an obstacle difficult to overcome
Drowning in the ocean of cowardly, ceaseless faces

Such an inconsiderate little *****
Go ahead, dress as provocative as wish
You only give a **** about your ***** ***
Manifesting absolutely no class
You're nothing but  useless-****
Who gives nearly no *****
About any other individual
Or how they even feel
Maybe try thinking about everyone else
Instead of your ***** *** **self

Can you honestly look them in the eyes?
And say that you don't see pain hidden inside.
Glass has been shattered from previous years before
Hearts torn apart, left with nothing more

Falling down stairs and broken bones
Being afraid 'cause they're  alone
Building their barriers for you to tear them down

But look them in the eyes and tell them it'll be alright
You don't have to know the unexplained to care
They won't be forgotten anymore

They're so ashamed even though they couldn't help it
They blamed themselves said they weren't worth it
But who are you to know what happened
Who are you to say it was nothing

Take their hand show them love
Make them understand they're worth something

Look them in the eyes
And tell them it'll be alright
Tell them that you care
Even if you don't know
The unexplained
They won't be forgotten
Anymore

They’ve been through so much more
Then you could even imagine
More than their hearts will tell
More than what is in their eyes
More than all those nights
They cried themselves to sleep
But they’re not broken

Look them in the eyes tell them it'll be alright
They won't be forgotten
Anymore

You were there in my dreams last night
You were the cold chill I couldn't shake
You were the blood dripping down my arms
You smiled back from the depths of that crimson pool
You taught one thing and one thing only
Fear
You are these suicidal thoughts planted in my head
You ripped my innocence, at least the last of it
You degraded any sense of security I had left
You altered my mind into a complete and utter wasteland
All for what? Just to use me as your muse, to have
Fun?

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.

she was two years old and sister wasn't home
she sat there; she was alone
mom and dad were arguing and she didn't understand
mom had finally had enough, and

Daddy couldn't put away his needles
He knew he was ******* up his baby girl's life
He didn't care, he knew it was illegal
And often times left for nights upon nights


sometimes sister came home for a while
and she finally knew what it was like to smile
but her aunt up and  packed
just to take dear sister back
When sister had left, she did her best
to love daddy, but daddy didn't love her


Then she found herself in a strange home
full of little children, she didn't belong
she cried for mama, and loathed daddy
he was hurting her, didn't he  see?

3 years old and she didn't know who daddy was
3 years old and mama was never around
she didn't know where she was all because
daddy didn't love his little girl

People asked her many questions, she never spoke.
Rarely mama was around; she was left alone to cope
With the pain of abandonment, and rejection
Soon to play a factor in her manic depression

Finally mama got her life on track
But daddy didn't want his little girl back
She always saw daddy with sister
but he couldn't call; he didn't miss her

When she returned, daddy disappeared
She cried herself to sleep , but mama couldn't hear
See daddy made promises he couldn't keep
Took sister places but to her he was cheap

For days she waited for sister but soon lost hope
How could mama know she felt so alone
She just assumed she did something wrong
She blamed herself for far too long

She was so confused; she was so scared
Little did she know the pain would be to much to bare
Mama had no job, no money
And just had to tell her so bluntly

Mama soon took her out of that world
Shaken up, a new fragile litte girl
She was told it was different now
But the little girl wondered how

Little did mama know, the worst wasn't over
For their problems had just begun
But in that moment, she believed
Her baby girl was safe, and loved

Never would she of guessed daddy would come back
Never would she of guessed the past would have a big impact
Never would she of believed her baby, would starve, burn and cut
All because daddy didn't love his little girl