My thoughts are sporadic
scrambled messy things
Mischievous and sick
flapping broken wings

Darting to and fro
scurry for the dark
hiding in my shadow
before I can remark
to try and save her,
him, them, they, or me,
all are hurt when they occur,
my thoughts that is, you see

They jump to fast to see
from topic start to end
searching for the sad me
the me that's not your friend,
and when they tell me what to do
and when they tell me what to think
I'm terrified not even you,
could save me from the brink

Yeah, my thoughts do really stink
and it's hard to clip their wings,
But then sometimes when I think
something beautiful they'll bring

I've been homesick before,
but this time, home isn't a place;

It's you.

- irasol.losari

I never felt so dead and alone
As woods were bare and birds had flown,
Hate filled this sweet and quiet eye
As I stare this anger towards the sky,
I dream the hour of death draws near
But childrens laughter rings my ear,
Hope starts blooming in my heart
So I'll look to heaven as I depart...

with that said,
let's **** **** up
You want us to lose our minds
because we're just kids
Us kids
have a story
a story beyond Slenderman and Batman.
We live
we breathe
we abide by society,
but no one expects us
to fight back
I'm a 15 year old kid,
but I hold much more than *silence