Hatred makes you stronger
What is there to stop you when care is no longer
Hatred makes you unhappy
Nothing that can't be solved with a lil therapy
Hatred makes you run
Fell free, go far ,for reasons to turn back are none
Hatred makes you free
Noone can hold you back not even with a dramatic plea
Hatred makes you stronger

does anyone else
get that pressure in your chest
it hurts to breathe
and your pulse is quick?

does anyone else
get a lump in your throat
it won't be pushed down
and your throat feels raw?

does anyone else
dream of happy days
a dog and a beach
and the smell of the ocean?

does anyone else
not want to die
but not want to lie
about the life they are living?

does anyone else
want to be someone else
want to be somewhere else
want to be something else?

To be mundane and in love is all I could ask for,
Simple minded in my pleasures instead of always striving to get more

To be content with my shortcomings as if they never even existed,
Dreaming towards such grounded goals, so attainable I could not miss it

My one true wish is for simpler bliss- a lower bar for jubilation
So that I might have an actual chance to experience self-actualization

why are the walls always blue...
in the places where it hurts to be?
in the places where i watch
a little girl you grow up through pictures of
a little happy family in
a house that’s big and round...

who am i in this story?
.
trailer park trash assuming the role of
dignified enough to be
in that house...
with a kitchen island,
and a garden, and a beautiful, bright blue
fish tank...?

*******.

******* for having what i wish i had
when i was small,
when my parents first cracked my head open,
and accidentally filled it with illness and
bugs
from our gross, apartment floors...

for i did not grow up with a happy garden
or through pictures that mommy
keeps on her wall...

if you are unhappy, i must live in ******* hell.

Why don't we take flight?
Why don't we make things right?
Why don't you let me go my own way?
Why don't you listen to what I say?
How hard is it to listen to me?
Not only with your ears, do you see?
How much longer am I gonna have to wait?
Is it... Too late?
Why are you trapped in your thoughts...?
Why won't you accept water during droughts?
Why won't you let other people help you on your way?
Why do you always have to slay?
Why are you not seeing the full picture?
Why are you choosing your own torture?
Going in circles that go on, endlessly...
Fears that rage, ferociously...
Why have you given up on us all?
Why did you let go and choose to fall?
How much longer are you gonna scratch open the wounds of the past?
Can't you see that you are making them stay and last?
When you take your eyes away from the pain...
Then, you'll see the rainbow again...
But you'll never listen...
Because you think you're never mistaken...