school is no longer a place of knowledge
it's a place of remembrance.
what're we supposed to learn when our goals are twisted into aspirations of what there once was.
we no longer go to school to learn because it's no longer what school is for.
it's a place where we'd just rather not fail and we're tested on what we remember from last class.
that is not an education, it's a good memory.

We don’t like to judge a book by its cover
But jokes on you because we don’t really read anyway
Unless its some bashing facebook post then it gains my full attention
Got fed up with the person I unfriended
Never met the person whos friend request I accepted
Picking on people for the social attention
Because your greatest fear is to be rejected
With cell phones more addicting than nicotine
Scrolling through youtube to pass the time
Go to school to hear the gossip start the cycle over again

Body shaking
Heart racing
Mind scattered
Feeling dizzy
Need help
Can't talk
Go away
Can't walk
Pass out
Why not cry a little too

Hello my name is anxiety

Build a ***** workshop
(Where we feed on your insecurities for profit)
Don’t like what your mirror has to offer
In need of a quick fix because your size 0 jeans won’t fit
Well destroy your body like our ecosystem
With plastic to make you look fantastic
Because looking like an overstocked toy is the new ****
Change your completion until there’s nothing left
While tosh points out how you’re worthless without *******
which brings out insecurity galore
You need to be Barbie if you want
Ken and his Malibu beach house
Everyone knows you’re only worth as much as your waist line
Don’t judge a book by its cover
But my generation doesn’t even read
Photo shopped teens as far as the eye can see
Post photos
That strips away your dignity
For a spot on a that new reality TV series
Forget about the news because the kardashians bought new shoes
Mom asks So what did you learn today at school
A cool equation that the other kids taught me
My body – eating + surgery +pills= picture perfect girl
Or new American dream
*******, small waist, always sleeping around, never complain , don’t feel ashamed that’s the only way to play the game
How many pills did you take to look that anorexic?
Who made you feel so uncomfortable in your own skin?
How many meals did you shove down the bathroom sink?  
How many surgeries did it take for you to become this fake?
The sad part is I bet you even Barbie didn't have this many plastic pieces

I don't believe in reincarnation
but what if we did something bad in our last life
and this is hell
what if this life is our punishment

...and haunted by
undead royalty.

We sink to extremes
and discover solace in finality,
because we yearn to be
morally black and white.

Engineers of blood-driven machines,
garnered in fleets, unsinkable,
parasites, unkillable.

Your wights and revenant
wander around you like
brain-dead dogs caged in
useless human flesh.

Finding ease in ownership.
Bliss in the wavering ignorance
of taking orders without question.

We are gods or insects.

You can’t medicate me out of this hell
You can’t understand what it’s like to want to die 24 hours a day
Get in the car
Fanaticize bout crashing my car into the river
Trip on my shoe laces
Wonder if their long enough to hang myself from
Walk past a window
Wonder how far the drop is and if I could jump
Take an Advil for my headache
Stare at the bottle wondering if I should swallow them all
Walking down the stares
Wondering if I could break my head open on the wall if I go head first
Take a bath
Wondering If I could drown myself
Wiping down the table
Wondering if I should drink the cleaning solution
Making dinner
Wonder if I should use the knife to end the misery
See liquor from the corner of my eye
Wondering if I should drink it and hope it mixes with my medication
See a large drop
Inch my way towards the edge
Finally turned 18 maybe I’ll buy a gun so I can pull the trigger
No friends
Who besides my family would care if I died?
Stare at the ceiling
Go to sleep hoping you never wake up
Trying to retract the tears in my eyes before I lose my mind and start to cry
Wonder what’s holding me back
Can’t talk to anyone either they’ll call 211 or ill make them worry
Doing drugs so I can be happy for a few hours