I've listened to pioneers
I've talked to delinquents
Heard of rumors
Learned of facts
Theories of the curious
Laws of the illustrious
Everything is the same
And it's the same in every "right".

As long as we continue to abide
To break and to rule and oblige
Always on queue as we search for clues
We always do, but settle our dues
To live and to be exterminated
To be downtrodden, to be accepted
We live a virtuous yet infectious life
But not all are asleep-laid to rest every night.

Some give birth as the reaper does its work
Love forever blooms as cults of hate still lurk
Religious gospels countered by the sacrilegious
Funny how both sides argue on identical mediums
One nation, one race, yet we cancel each and erase
Its the start of the end,
but what does life has to say?

One years old I’m a baby in a crib laughing and crying
My skin is clear no cuts or scrapes
I’m perfectly happy

A few years pass and I’m only 5
My life turns into a mess
I fall a lot and I am being yelled at for things I didn’t do

More years pass of screaming and yelling
I’m like 8 years old
I have scratches and scrapes and bruises and scars
I even needed stitches

Im 10 years old
I’ve been bullied and jumped and tortured and harassed
But no one notices it

I’m 15 years old now and life is horrible
I’m thinking about the bad in life
And am hurt mentally and physically
I have all the scars from my past years

I just wanna give up
My life has been a waste although I’m still young
I mean I have good friends that care about me
but idk anymore...
...Idk what to do about myself...

and i had no knowledge
of how to fix the hole

so i just jumped into it

A million centipedes are crawling under my skin.
I've killed all the plants in my mind's garden.
Waterlogged with saline as I try to dehydrate my face.
But I'm not prepared when they come out to play.
They climb up the hypertrophic ladders on my skin.
Clawing at me while I rip off all their anthropomorphic legs.
They seep poison into my bloodstream that contaminates my brain.
It leaves me helpless.

No one else is ever gonna know how anyone feels.
When everything is hurdling down upon you,
does it actually hurt?
Or are we just afraid of the sight?
Do crazy actions come from crazy thoughts,
or a crazy world?
Blaming the world is easy,
for it is tilted anyway.