Raymond was strapped in grade four.
Reportedly told a kid to *******.
True heresay.
This happened a while ago.
He could'a been stood against the board,
With his nose in a circle for thirty minutes.
(Lines were always a waste of everyone's time)
Could'a stood him at the back for the morning,
Or out in the hall, or suspended,
Later expelled.
He could'a been fired and unemployed,
******* and unsocial,
And, again, later, crooked.
True heresy.
Then we tell him to *******,
Which we should've done first,
And left it at that.

You know what the biggest crime in the world
Is to love someone more than they deserve
The punishment for it is nothing but get destroyed by the very same person
Never trust a person so easily neither let go of someone so easily
Forgive your enemies but never forget their names.

There once was a rose, so gallant and proud. With its rosey red color, it brought a new light to the world. Slowly but surely, the rose began to fade. It reached out to the world, offering nothing but shame. Crying for the dreams it once vividly shared, the hopes that fell in red little drops that caused all to stare. What had the rose done, to deserve such a punishment?

Idle minds  and  weary hands
Destroy dams of flesh
And flood the lands

Confusion stems from infatuation
Depression spills over happiness sometimes
Ponder over said events
Why am I so disconsolate?

A chill makes one tremble and my hand refuses to write
Should one put up a fight?
This being is aching
From within breaking
Emotional bonds-block all?
Let everything fall.
This pitch black crippled the good in me.
Can't you see?

Too consumed in tears, shrieking and bleeding
The ones who surround vanish from sight
Life is a gift-I cannot obtain
Pain is the punishment I gain

My God has laws never ment to be breached
He loves to use tragedy to teach
He staff is always ready and in reach

You may think demons get to freely play
But he shows them the very way
He lets them use hurtful words to get us to sway

It's all just a ploy, to make us run
He leaves us under the gun
God just smiles, he's having fun
For when all is said and done
It will be to him we run

She cuts herself,
Hand legs and places no one can ever think of.

When she trusts me enough and shows me her scar,
I just curse life,
For a girl like her,
A million scars embedded in her like a punishment she got for living.

Why?
Why did you do that?
It hurts me so bad,
I just hold her close and stay sorry,
" sorry that I took so long to find you, punish me"
Tears start slipping down my eyes and she hugs her pain away.