I can't fix my thinking
With my own thinking.
I judge myself
based on what I'm doing.
When I behave differently...
My beliefs were irrational
and I cant judge myself accordingly.
What would I look like to someone just basing me off my actions?
To give someone an opportunity
Frees me not them
Language is the link
to everything I need

Mistakes are what everyone is entitled once. but just;
But when you make more, the one thing that fades are your peers and families trust.

You know that you will make more and rarely catastrophic;
But mostly it is stupid and sometimes microscopic.

You say your sorry so sorrowfully that you are depressed;
Because your only shred of nobility just got compressed.

You are finally ready to live again after what you call "the sentence";
Because you know that all is forgotten and all pastance.

It is ok to look up to others who
You admire for one reason or another.
But never let anyone look down on you
And never ever look down on another.

Never let anyone else make you feel small
And never ever belittle anyone.
You would not like to be looked down on at all,
So why then would you look down on anyone?

Plunged in bewilderment
There he lay,slain within
Mocking himself in disdain
Unrelenting bitterness eating him
With time running out of joint
The heart wanting to say more
Much much and much more
Drained by the deepest remorse
Of keeping them words unsaid
Words that once were lifeless
Have now made living, a torture
Nagging him for nothing but,
Procrastination that took far too long
Took him somewhere unknown
Somewhere that only he could see it

Now sprawling in comatose, staring
At the nothing around him, wondering
Would he ever find peace
Rolling up his sleeves and pulling out
The blade not of grass but shiny
Struggling for the choice to make
One last choice,but would it matter?
Stricken with nothing but neglect
Existing to nobody but himself
He had decided his fate
Letting the waves drown him
Nobody to ****** the metal away
Freeing his soul of the debilitated body
With a cut so deep, he had found his peace

Judgement day cometh boy,
Can you handle it?
No turning back now,
Walk or run?
There is no other way,
Rise or fall depends on you.
Breath, relax and remember,
The world is big, wide and complicated.
No one comes out unscathed,
But we come out one way or another.

The girl you see on the train
With a piercing to commemorate each heartbreak
Has a few in places you can't see
— Because you can't know her relationships;
You don't know her heartbreak, or pain.
Instead, you count the suitcases and handbags she is lugging.

The girl who got a new piercing each time her heart broke
Has more smile lines on her face than studs,
So you can see she has had a fair measure
Of good moments:
She is not all rough edges and elbows.

But what you don't know,
And can't tell
From looking at her alone,
Is that she got a tattoo
Each time that she moved on.

The girl with as many piercings as heartbreaks
-And as many tattoos as movings on-
Has eight pieces of jewellery
Strung through her skin,
But only seven markings
Inked into it,
Because she knows she'll never quite get over
The one she can't quite forget.

You'll have to speak to her to know her—
A stranger on the train—
And let her tell you about her life;
And one day you'll hold her hand
As she gets her eighth tattoo done.
Break out of your bubble, if only because
One day, eight heartbreaks in, you'll help her break even.

Not everyone is bad
Not everyone's to blame
Not all can cast judgment
When all carry shame

-Brian Patrick O'Connor SR.-