Why does everyone have my rapists face?

"What's wrong with you?"*

That **** question
Destroys me every
Time someone asks
For I have these words
Waltzing in my head
But they cant seem
To get the steps just right.
They keep tripping
Over twisted imagery
Crawling across
Wilted floor boards.
Splinters sewing
Themselves into
Anything they touch
Keeping every hope
Of an explanation
Tangled together
As nonsense.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

-ARI

I've tried to hold on
I've tried to stay strong
I've tried to be the best i could be

But no one cared
No one wondered
No one tried to help me

I've searched for the light
But all i found was darkness
I'm broken and scattered
My hollow heart is heartless

With this said i can't take this
I've found the only way to end it
I'm holding this knife with my left hand
Ending it tonight with my right wrist

I'm sorry I wasn't better
But it's not like my life really matter

Baby did you know
you're driving me wild?

Lunatic style.
Think insane asylum.

Hello

I've tried to **** myself so many times, to make it messy. But who knew that continuing to live would be the exact same as downing the bottle of bleach

Elephants are grey
They are tall
Baby Elephants are cute
They are small

they told us it would be a holiday
get to see the world
get out of this town where nothing good ever happens
and do some good for ourselves
our country

so we went
hardly literate
without the capacity to even begin to conceive what the machines were
we thought they were toys
they told us nothing

so now we stand in this red finger paint
unsure whether we caused it or not
and our loved ones are so far away
but i'm coming home, mother, i'm coming
i'll get away.

all that's changed in nyc
since he begged for a chance
that plea for peace
the power he gave the people
twenty years to be free,

is a body on the sidewalk
with a bullet in it's back
and six miles down the hudson
a space
where two buildings once sat.