To those who think depression is selfish, A person will say they are fine When they're on the absolute brink Because they don't want to be a burden They think you matter, but they don't They care about your wellbeing Much more than their own Doesn't that mean something to you?
To those who think suffering is selfish, A person will push forward sometimes purely for others' sake They get up every morning When they feel like crying They keep on fighting When they feel like dying And not for their own benefit But for yours Doesn't that mean something to you?
To those who think suicidal feelings are selfish, A person convinces themselves that their loved ones wouldn't care If they were gone Because they can't cope with the idea of others hurting Like they are now They face their own pain every day But can't face the idea of you going through what they are Doesn't that mean something to you?
To those who think suicide is selfish, A person often kills themselves thinking that their loved ones Will be relieved that they are gone Will be glad to have the weight lifted They believe that suicide is the selfless option They are doing what they think is best for you Because they care Doesn't that mean something to you?
To those who think depression is selfish, I'm telling you now, It isn't. Be grateful you do not understand.
S - top glamorizing drug addiction A- lcohol isn't the answer to the problem Y- ouths should have self control N - arcotics are illicit and dangerous if taken O - h darling! T- hink several times before acting out foolishly O- verusing and misusing affects the body D- rugs are bad and against the law R - enew connection with God U - nfollow negative people G - o for the good ones S - ave yourself before it's too late
That’s the thing about lived realities They are not expectations Nor stereotypes about cultures They are the opposite of common knowledge How about we document our life and get rid of these misconceptions?
You & me in San Francisco grown men playing dress up plus nerds With you on my arms I am immediately separated from the heard The remaining 10% - the jocks only by chance furiously attending They gaze then pass at you curious glares As they aim at me their jealous thousand yards stares Stupefied and suspecting what we have in common to share As you turn heads when you glide gracefully across the exhilarating COMIC CON air; My fellow compatriots classify you as a beautiful figure that does not belong A goddess among men browsing the NEW 52 graphic novel stall As you broadcast your angelic smile while you enjoy this overflowing costumed hall But all eyes are on you – you are the bell of this superhero themed ball; My fellow geeks suffer in silence and in envious disbelief Eventually overcomes as they go through their own stages of denial and grief, Finally admitting this modern day miracle they begin to ponder If they are in a FINAL FANTASY slumber Day dreaming and sleep walking away into the yonder Then they soon realize and dare for themselves to wonder; If I - a geek just like them can accompany the company of a beautiful girl There exists NEW HOPE for them too - that things can take an unexpected turn From the ashes of common misconception and ridiculed rhetoric a DARK KNIGHT has risen Avenging a triumph for all nerds freaks and geeks across the world
After word – thanks for coming to comic con with me, you dressed as the sexiest of Valkyries, since I have always been a soldier and you always been an angel you are undoubtedly my Valkyrie – a soldier s angel.
The common misconception: just because we love comics does not mean we are all losers who live with their mothers in dark basements playing HALO 24/7- more like intellects that choose to go beyond the average and limited imagination.
To all the so called JOCKS who discriminate their fellow man - gentlemen strip clubs and big trucks are all good but sooner or later they tend to lose interest as they present the same thing over and over again offering nothing for the imagination the inner child and intellect in you to share.
You know it's funny-- our late nights when we're chasing the dawn. I think we're waiting, we're thinking if we can just make it for long enough, a big red sun will clear squinting red eyes. We're staying up for a revelation. The new day will tell us that we were wise for chasing the light. That it's all alright. After all our dark nights. Dancing our feet off for it. Arguing with each other, familiarity breeding contempt, when it's 3 a.m. and we've been together since Friday night dinner. When a demon named Insomnia whispers to keep our eyes open, we do it because we don't want to lose. In the morning, we pray, we'll know what we should do.
"A bubbling brew we concocted, A doomed recipe from the start, A hot mess in my room we made, A sticky residue you left on me, that won't wash free, A misstep by my heart, of something that was to be carefree."