This life is just lost memories, regrets and false hope
Like whatever created us has crafted a sick joke
We're so insecure about our pre-destined flaws that
We either start big arguments that escalate into wars or
Make ourselves feel better by submitting to torture
Like I did, knowing that the pain will always reward ya
Because pain is a gateway to relieving problems when
You got too much and you know it's ****** but you can't solve 'em
And you grow up told not to sin, we do it anyways all night and day now where do I begin, how to stand against the shame?

Hunting animals down for coats or food to extinction
And destroying their environment, fancy word called deforestation
In relentless pursuit of luxury and creating a name
And you wonder why certain beasts will never be tame, it's insane!

Just because we think bigger, grow quicker and have cold hearts
Doesn't give you the right to tear this fucken beautiful world apart
We only had one hope, that's why life's a joke
We progress to be the best but all for no show

The only certainty I know is we evolve to destroy
I mean that's where we're going, that's right, it's no decoy
Ever since we began we transformed to form our end
There's no point to this ****, game over man!

The only reason I'm alive today is because I have this information
As I pace back and forth, typing at the bus station
I know it's all a joke, so I live to laugh at it
I don't take much that seriously, because honestly I've had it

I'm done

I want to know about
all your battles and wars
And I'll show you my scars
If you show me yours.

People hurt
Perfection is impossible
Efforts are put into both

No such thing as a perfect life
You can wish to be better, perhaps you can
But nobody can be the best

I tried to be the best
I wanted to be the best friend a guy can be
I have failed in this conquest

I placed efforts into Hippocrates Oath:
"First, Do No Harm"
Yet without meaning to I harmed anyway

Not just myself
No, this isn't me, me, me
As it always (usually) is

This is for my mates
And my friends
Difference being the genders involved

Mates are male,
Friends; female
Notice both start with the same letter?

That's me,
Organising things into some such logical order
To prevent falling into complete and utter chaos

It's a fixation of mine,
It just so happens it's also the way my mind works
Which even I, at times, fail to understand

My own mind; a concept, an idea,
One that at times fails itself
One that find self-harm acceptable, even understandable

I am such a hypocrite,
Instead of Hippocrates it's Hypocrites Oath:
"First, believe you won't do harm, believe it's bad,
And then do it anyway".

Some of this makes sense to you, Reader, I assume
Assuming that, of course, you can assume to know
What I assume you assume I'm talking about

Still following?
Okay, then I'm just rambling
Talking for no reason other than that I hate silence

I hate silence almost as much as I hate myself, at times
Silence is empty, like what I feel frequently
A genuine smile is a smile I wish to wear
(Not just to the Formal night I will be attending next year)

But how does one smile
When one has seen the truth of this world?
Cold, calculating and cruel, vicious and relentless

There is more wars then there are words to stop them
Only one world to hold these wars,
That at times words help to start

Not just talking about actual wars, either
Arguments that become full-blown hatred
Pain dosage as high as the painkillers to prevent them,
If not, higher...

I don't know what to think of myself,
Or this world that I live in
I've contemplated suicide on multiple accounts
Too "*****"to follow through...

But I have never done it, left, that is
I tried many, many, many times
But something... pulls me back

It's friendship. Family. Honour and Loyalty
I cannot leave those precious few I have
Until they themselves are gone

As long as everyone keeps living,
I guess I have to as well
Thank you for reading
*If you made it this far...

The Brave

The bunch of flowers lay on the grave
The words inscribed their We can only save
The working policeman always the brave

The man was only 24 so young to die but he believed in a noble cause
All the people lined the streets and how many times must our children brake the laws
Three teenagers stabbed him with knives like swords but they weren't knights they were cowards whose lives and up bringing meant they blamed society who shut their doors
Who can save them from themselves only pawns on a chess board made in hell to show the future only blood now pours
The biggest tragedy of all concerned will wake up next morning while the dead in their coffin turned and the wars will go on till the thugs are in jail cells and children take account till the last black crow caws.

Dad,
You don't get me,
You never have.
When I ran away,
Were you even sad?
Dad,
You wanted me gold,
I tarnished in your hands.
I fell through your fingers
Like grains of sand.
Dad,
You don't get me.
Especially not when
I told you to call me
Kylo Ren.

Let go of those old fears
That have somehow battled through the trenches of time
You've fought gruesome wars at night
For so many kaleidoscope years
Laying awake with the noise outside your pane
As the only tune to your madness
The civilian lives lost
The once-spirited homes burned to rubble
All to conquer the infantry of bombarding thoughts
That have emerged victorious for ages at the first light of the sun
A daring blow must be delivered to such malice
The respirating breath of triumph
Must grace the muggy walls of your lungs  
That sunrise must burn the awakening
Of all your ambitions and conquests
And you can rise from your slumber just nigh of death
As a warrior who will flatten what monstrous fights now may come
And when the moon shows his face
And the stars light his eternal shadow
You can step out into the wild
Adorned in the fruits of your courage
Let go of those old fears
That have somehow battled through the trenches of time

What kind of life is this?
When all day we are surrounded by death,
And crazines, and fear, and worries,
We are surrounded by people ghosts,
By broken people, or masked people,
Full people dont exist, they are a myth,
How are we supposed to live like this,
Like nothing its going to get right, like
Always something wrong its going to happen and **** us more...
What kind of life is this?
Why are we so broken, so rotten,
We live like this, every day and keep going,
Some of us dont, some of us just keep brething, some are fightin better wars, or worse, so much worse, but we keep going..
I think i would never understand us.