I came upon some poems that tugged upon my soul
of tortured people struggling lost without a goal
I came upon some stories of pain and desperation
longing for a thing in life that requires preparation
I came upon some stories of people who cut to feel
who just want to be heard and treated like they're real
this world is full of fakeness and people spitting lies
ignorant of silent and lonely hurting cries
for some it boils angry, until they shoot it out
for others it is suffered silent in a lonely pout
for more it's drowned out with alcohol and drugs
what all of this is covering, could be solved with hugs
before you laugh, and scoff, and roll your eyes
put away the ******* of that tough disguise
I am not a hugger, I pushed people away all the time
but that is why I felt like I had to share this rhyme
once I started to let others love me and see them trying
then I started to love them too, and it stopped my crying
not everyone is trying to use and manipulate you
most of them just want someone to love them too
see, I was once a cutter, and though I owned a gun
and never once thought of shooting at anyone
but I hurt myself in different ways as often as I could
I couldn't accept love, and thought I never would
I drank myself ******* on more than one occasion
I didn't realize that my body suffered an invasion
your joy is the prize in this battle for your soul
give it to the One who loves you, that should be your goal
I made mistakes and I have scars that never go away
but I'm standing here to tell you, that I'm happy now today