it's like I have to die,
for you to notice me,
and it hurts because,
all you have to do,
is cry a little,
and I would be by your side.

(e.k.j.)

i don't care
if you like me or not
i don't care
if you look better than me
i don't care
if you are prettier than me
i don't care
how many friends you have...
cause i bet they wouldn't stick up for you if you were in need

**(c.m.h)

There's hope.
There's hope to the man standing with the sign, only to pay his rent.
It was in that moment when I realize I had not been grateful all of these years, there could be so many reasons why he's standing there and it seems someone with nothing would be standing there broken.
But him? He's standing with pride.
Some people are so poor all they have is money. Funny, because I see he's content with a dollar or even some cents. Some even handed him nothing but still he is more content than you and me put together, but yet we have everything.
Tell me how come we're so stressed when a poor man can smile and the cause be a nickel
Tell me why those who have everything are complaining and he's been struggling all while
I've never heard of a poor man complaining, only striving, walking and hustling.
Everyone needs a poor man's hustle, right?
And it's those people who give me hope, standing on a thread about as thin as your hair and still have not given up on life.
You give me hope.

I keep trying to find a song that can describe
how I feel with the hope that
maybe it will make this emptiness seem less empty
but you can't rhyme
"scars" with "I'm sorry"
or
"sixteen" with "alcoholic"

She broke a nail,
He told her to deal with it.
He scraped his knee,
She told him to buck up.
She is having a bad hair day,
He told her to live with it, it looks fine.
He lost his favorite drawing,
she told him to grow up.
She asked if he was upset,
he said no but she kept asking.
He passed a test,
She responded with a blank tone, "Good Job."
His favorite show came on,
but the power went out half way through.
She cut her hair and it looked REALLY PRETTY,
but nobody noticed.
He achieved a really high goal in his life,
but he had nobody to celebrate with.
She said she just needed someone to talk to,
He said he was busy.

she was a very bright girl
4 years old, pigetails laughing, smiling thinking the old kids were really cool.

she was happy
7 years old, one braid in each side always smiling noticing how the big kids put on a new layer of make up at lunch time.

she was smiling
10 years old, her big curly hair hanging loose she lost all her friend but she was a strong girl so she smiled even when they called her ugly or fat.

she was never making eyecontact
12 years old straight hair looking at the ground all the time barely ever talking, ignoring the kids calling her fat, ugly but it still hurt her.

she was never talking, never smiling and never taking out her head phones
14 years old, hair in a pony tail, having to redo her makeup at lunch time cause she cried of everthing while she sat in her locker she could easily fit there since she had been starving herself.

she had scars and cuts on her arms and legs
15 years old, she stopped carring she was wearing short sleeves hair hanging loose again straightened but teased, the kids called her attention ***** and pushed her around like a ball.

it's her birthday
today she would have turned 15 but she's not here anymore, she took a choice and left this world too early she wasn't supposed to be happy... not in this place, but she's somewhere else now somewhere better
everybody is sad that she left this early, but they didn't belive her when she told she wanted to leave...

*(c.m.h)

I learned that we rush to grow up
since the day we turn fifteen

that our childhood dream
of being invisible
has turned into a terrible nightmare

that we hope to read our future
in the smoke of cigarrettes
and that we look for answers
at the bottom of the bottles

that flying means more than
throwing yourself from the roof
and floating beyond the sky

that if we stop sleeping
we would mix reality
and dreams
and sometimes that's all we need

That maybe the cure of cancer lives
inside the mind of a child
who can't afford education

that no one would behave as society demands
if we had nothing to lose

that hearts only break once for real
and that liars were once
the purest

that cold and heartless people
don't really exist

that we all have scars
maybe not in our wrists
but in our hearts and souls
or in the little universes that we create
and crumbled down

that we all had an imaginary friend
to keep us from being alone
when mom and dad used to fight

that the best poetry cones from chaos and pain
and that we use art to release our anger
because it's just art
and it doesn't worry anyone

that if each of us were a little bit kinder
less people would wish to disappear
and the world would be a better place

I understood that the books are a lot like mirrors
that we only see in them
what we already carry inside of us

that if we would send less texts
we'd know when a friend feels lonely
that we rather take pictures of the moment
than livig it with the person sitting next to us

That there are no potions to forget the pain
nor chocolates that makes us feel better

that we are all a little crazy
and we are okay with that
that happiness depends on us
and how bad we look for it

but this is just what I learned
and I don't know...
what did you ?