I know you have questions.
I know you have wounds and scars.
I know you were hurt before, who wasn't?
I know you think you can do everything now.
I know you think time is in your hands.
I know you think life is longlasting, a slow ticking bomb.
Think. I said think. Thats what you think. That's what I thought.
Now I know that questions would have answers, and some, were just meant to be unanswered.
Now I know the pain I felt, is nothing but a blessing.
Now I know time is fleeting, that life is so short.
Now I know, now I realise that there is a time. For everything. In due season.
Everything that happens, happens for a reason.

There is a wave of sadness in her
But you wouldn’t see it
There is a dam of tears waiting to burst
But you wouldn’t see it
There is a dream suffocating within her
But you wouldn’t hear it
There is a confused soul crying for help
But you wouldn’t hear it

For more than riding the wave about to engulf
Or wipe the tears out to drown her life
Or revive the dreams off to die
She would rather keep up the façade of being strong
Die every moment than let the world see her weak.

why don’t people see that every word has hidden thorns akin to those of a rose
if someone does know, why is there often no reaction
nothing real or meaningful, perhaps a half assed “how’re you?” without intent

people say my humor is cancerous
but the real disease is everyone's ignorance
to issues other then “who’s ******* who?”
nothing matters to you except yourself

and whilst i’m all for loving yourself
i won’t sit by while someone would rather
be in love with a substance
their only connection to themselves being a common love
for something that takes love away


but by all means, continue to send your backhanded snaps


because by that logic
when life crumbles around you like the ruins of a once great empire
it’s darwinism
“survival” of the fittest


if you care more for online “likes” hoping someone will like you
what makes you more human than someone without your online fame?


i know it may be too late
but if you ignore the small things in life
the greater your fall will be


and some people make that choice
calling others “snake”
only separates the wolves from the hens
people aren't nice

but neither am i
however, i won’t let that stop me from helping someone who needs it

i do stop to check on people
it’s not a matter of what we “should” do
but a matter of we must do
in essence, caring about other’s essences


if nothing matters to you
why post “like my recent”?
if that's what’s important to you then i don’t know what to say


to me you’re almost nothing
almost, because redemption is always a crutch
whether it be through peaceful, meditative prayer
or showing that you actually care

you are a fire, you are dynamite
but if you’re also the victim, don’t stay and wait
if you do, your knight will be way too late

this is the way the world ends
not by bombs, though they may play a large role
but because of ignorance to people's problems
that have answers so simple as, just to Listen