I think that
Words
Can be as
Addicting
As any drug

So beware,
Of the words
You consume
For they will
Become the
High
That you
Must
Chase

I won't play by the rules of the game; hate will not become me. If you ever go into that darkest spiral where you feel you are a grenade and so you push everyone away and then feel that next wave of despair that is utter loneliness at the seeming-realization that you have cut out everyone you love in your life - if that ever happens to you and you reach that stage of existential loneliness in a vacuum of infinity - you're not alone. You're not abandoned. It will not push me away. If you ever feel like you're unreal, come find me. I'll always listen.

Everyone says it gets better after middle school but
High school isn’t much better
In that stage of their lives
Everyone cares way too much about other people
What they’re wearing
What really happened on that school trip
Where she’s sitting at prom
Why they haven’t broken up yet

And college isn’t really better it’s different
We’re less concentrated
Physically and mentally
We’re filled on the inside so there’s no room
For other people’s lives
The difference in college is that we care less
And more
About different things

I don’t know if that makes us better or worse.

Slap
                         Burn
                                                  Sting.
   ­                                              Leave
                          Me
Weak.
Just
                   ­      High
                                                 Five.
                                                      In
                        Low
Tide.
                   Leaving me.
                  Feeling weak.
                          ON
                         THE
                    GROUND.

In this life ive seen people laugh, cry and get high
Only influence standing between the right and left side
Ive felt courage die
And made love lost
Turned such chaos into neccessities
When life isnt suppose to be about material things
Not doe, not hoes, win at all cost, or by any means
Because in time those ingredients bleed
And bore wounds deep
Six feet
Ive seen six eyed monsters creep into hearts still breathing
And transplant its last beats
And beats and beats
Until beats turn into stringed melody
Strangled cries of insanity
Breathing life of normality
Of sorrow bought on black markets
Of dreams tranished
It is love life has yet to witness
Life is a tragedy
Feeling the glass is half empty
We take hits harder than dome would deem pleasurable
When we are living a fable
We run dead end to locked walls holding back dreams
Somewhere we all bare witness to unbearable things
When life is a blessing turned more of a curse
We wonder if we should laugh, cry, or get high first

no longer in the safety of these decorated walls
say goodbye to friendly faces in these crowded high school halls

these people were like family for four metamorphic years
the guidance of the teachers subsided tides of crystal tears

hidden in the chrysalis of the freedom of young age
do not forget this chapter as you turn to the next page

the transformation is complete
the chrysalis bursts
we have now been banished to the real world