It would take more than words to describe what I hate
But I shall try

I hate
All the people
Who think they have an issue
And blame everyone else
Lord knows they cant be wrong

I hate
All the people
Who are the best
Who are quick to name their achievements
To show you their degree
But where did that get you?
I'd rather be an idiot than be as arrogant as you

I hate
All the people
Who think they've the worse life imaginable
When they live off their daddy's money and their mommy's love
But the girl down the street has a prettier dress
By all means let me help you
With a swift kick in the ***

I hate
All the people
Who think others care about them
Who cry when they get yelled at
Who think their feelings matter
God forbid someone cross them
Or look at them funny
But when it comes to me or the other kid across the street
Go ahead
Say what you want
Do what you want
They don't matter

I hate all the people
Who like what is popular
They follow the crowd like a mindless sheep
And all the people who think that because they listen to old music
Or read old books
And all those who were born in the wrong generation
They're just a big a sheep as the others
If not even worse
Because they put thought into which group they followed

I love
All the people
Who aren't afraid to say sorry
Who aren't afraid to be in between
Who truly don't care what people think
They don't care if they give off a popular vibe
Or if the stoners like them
Or if the "real" 90s kids like them
Because who gives a ****
They wear what they want
A mirror can **** their ****
I applaud them
For not being ****** in to the propaganda
They think for themselves

There's always something good to say about a dead person
No one walks to the casket and says
I hated you
Only I love you
I miss you

Being alive
Is full of hate
Full of stress
Overrated
Being alive is what destroys the world
Being alive has caused all the problems, and yet its so highly anticipated

Life
Seems        to
Take me      in circles
Nothing        makes any sense
Until it comes back around again
And slowly, bit by bit, one at a time
the pieces fall                into place
It all comes       back around
Life                  seems to
Take           me in
Circles

It flashes
Flashes flashes and flashes
It always has and always will
It cares not for it's creator
Nor it's destroyer
As long as its here
It flashes
Flash
Flash
Flash
On
Off
On
Off

On


Off



on




off

Boy, it's been a while
But it's not all bad, being away
I went home
Thought it'd be a nice day
Sure it was
But from there, I'd still rather be away
Right here
Here, I'd rather stay

But I can't help but thinking
Should I?

How can you deny it
The flood inside you
Flowing for your life
Yet pushed below
To make way for the river of death
It stabs like a knife
But the dead feel no pain
Stabbing your heart
Until we are all but slain

I look at my life
I am an ant
They'd get ever me
Who doesn't?
Who is to blame?
What makes me so small
Who is to blame?
As it seems to me
It's nobody's fault but mine

Raindrops
On a silent lake
Like a hearts beat
pumping
It beats its last beat
Only ripples to  mark its last days
Pumping
'Till they pump no more

Where she is
There she is
Where I am
Here I am
What is the plague
Where is the plague
Is it here
Is it there
In me
In her
With me
With her

I'm not sure what it is
Maybe I inherited it
That whatever choice I make
It seems it was set by fate
Long ago before I was aware
Of the choices that would plague

Perhaps I made a choice last night
In a moment that was insignificant
It seemed at the time the obvious choice to make
But somehow now it comes back
And I don't know why

It keeps me up
Not by worry and anxiety
But by consequence
That I was destined to make a choice
And that I would be awake
Regardless of the choice I made

What do I do
To make you cry
What do I do
To make you feel like you should die
How did I
Make you meet your demise

I'm the one who has to pick up the pieces
I'm the one who has to carry you around
But now
I'm the one who gets stomped into the ground?

I sit here
Day by day
Doing nothing wrong
In my chair is where I stay
But here's all the flashing lights and sirens
Bells and whistles here and there
From the ocean up to the highlands
A spotlight with such a glare

And I ask myself
What did I do
To make you cry
And does that mean
That I deserve to die?