Every day
Make someone's day.
Maybe someone will make
Yours.

This world is so messed up
So fallen
So cracked
Robbed
Objectified
Run by greed
Lust (A different type of greed)
I don't even watch the news
Because it's all
Pain.
And it hurts me.
Because I feel guilty for it.
All of it.
I live a normal life
By many standards
But it is so privileged.
I have the luxury to whine about my own problems.
I should be out helping people
Not sitting at my computer
Writing "poetry"
Yuck
I'm such an idiot.
I cannot work yet
Even drive on my own
Why is that limiting me?
I want to HELP PEOPLE
Save people.
Though I like learning things
I shouldn't be in school
When there's so many people without FOOD
Without HOMES.
Who am I to complain about my
Tiny problems?
My life is run by greed.
That's all there is to it.
But I can't escape.
My regrets constantly grow
And maybe when I get a chance
I can HELP PEOPLE.
Somehow.

You say there's things I don't know.
The thing is
I've heard things.
Been discreetly told things.
You still take us
But I wonder if you really want to?
If you care to?
If you don't want to it's alright
But I really wish you'd clarify for me
Because my mind left without an answer
Cannot rest easily.

We drive up to our house.
Now mom's house
And you sigh
You get that look
You tell us to hurry
And you pull out your phone.
Trying desperately not to cry.

It hurts me too.

When we hang out
You fall asleep
Almost every time
And I don't know what to do.
Do I leave you alone?
Wake you up?
I want to interact with you
But you sleep.
I guess laying next to you is alright.
I don't mind.

People say christian metalcore bands are
An oxymoron.
I disagree.
It's all good news
So why not scream it?

Take only what you need for today
Because if you take what you need for tomorrow
You're taking someone else's today away.