Setting: My Hometown, The School Ground, The 3rd Space, The Front Seat Of The Car, The Church, 2014-17 and beyond
Main Cast: The Musician, The Punk, The Tie-Wearer
Other Important Roles: The Prince, The Parental Units, The Body Guard, The Boy With The Glasses, The 5 Personalities, The Logical Thinker, The Multiple Third Parties, etc. There are too many to count.

Edit: Do not cast the 5 personalities... I mean, you can, just be careful. They might quit their jobs halfway through the film.

Warning**

Deciding to make this movie is a challenge that nobody is prepared to execute, so don't be surprised if you cannot handle the emotional scarring and strain on every single character in the film. This is not your average story.

And these are not your average characters.

So we start our story off in 2014.
Autumn
2 of our main characters meet...
And our story begins...

Struggle just to keep my car rolling,
You struggle just to keep my mind open..
The walls are sinking and I'm soaked by what we have perfect but what is perfect ...yeah who is perfect?
Kiss of ****** and the touch of black angel. I bot my myself a shirt to cry on and a thick muzzle. You're lying and I know it! Evicted now we're open! I wished it but so hated the fact that the truth is not gunna come out now I look to a boyfriend that sad and full of maverick should I let it go like he said or become his black angel and never hold my wings again?

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility." - Khalil Gibran

That quote inspired what I wrote because pain is a constant in this cruel world
And in all reality our pain is inspired by the struggles we've gone through, so it may not be easy but to medicate and starting the process of healing is on you.  Others may have caused what you're going through but it's up to you to make it better, because even if it's raining now there's always a chance for better weather

By Arcassin Burnham


Fed up and in a bad place,
These aren't just emotions of anger and regret for
The situation at hand and the problems
That they are trying to reflect on america to start
Something we could not come back from,
Race wars,
Afraid to ride my bike down the street
Because of racism,
Afraid to date Caucasian girls because of racism,
Afraid to be black but proud,
Because of racism and these crooked white cops
That hide behind badges like cowards and pick away piece by piece at
The people that hasn't started any war since the assassination of
Martin Luther,
Any rule you abide by in law,
They'll still shoot ya,
And make it seem like you struggled or make it seem like
You tried to grab the gun from the holster and fight your way out,
"I'm not resisting ,.,... Stop shoving me , stop punching me , you
******* *****!!!!!",
Naughty by nature , but my mannerism's heaven sent,
When will these cops (pigs),
Stop killing our people and making families moarn,
We're all created by God , so why do y'all just leave people
Torn,
America Peace with love and prayers to my brown skin angels,
It's bad enough with black on black crime at every angle,
Y'all ******* up!!!
Protest , peace treaties , Misunderstood riots,
Using this against us ------> " You Have The Right To Remain Silent",
**** That!!!!!
Yelling to the world that the Justice system is biased,
What's drakest must come to light , well the future's at its brightest,
I love all races , I have white friends,
I wonder would Jesus come When the world ends,
But can't end it with a race war,
I'm ready to spread the word if you are,
Doing it for the kids and the poor.

Promises of forever.
Lies whatsoever.
I just can't take.

I just can't wait,
To see those promises break.
And see you cry.

For you, to realise
That this is real life.
Yeah baby,
This is real life.
So welcome to this real life.
Yeah baby,
Welcome to this real life.

I'm not one to judge.
I'm not one to let go.
But this feeling of hopelessness consumes.
My brain is riddled with glass that cuts away at my psyche.
“It's because of you, You're why there gone.”
I'm so afraid of my own caring nature,
I second guess you could say I'm clingy.
Second guess I care about you too much.
Second guess me.
But it's not just the glass that riddles my brain,
OR my disbelief in true happiness,
It was you.
you who came to me to seek shelter,
You, who cried sleepless nights away,
YOU, who lead me to the fountain of youth, only to chain me to a tree,
So close yet so far from happiness.
I cried out, I called for you to save me.
Only to be left in the hospital she dumped me in.

Thoughtless phrasing for shallow trouble; you know nothing of the gravity of life.

Sarcasm, does not become you.