Your hidden thoughts are not so hidden.
Reeking from every look you throw my way
Seeping through every word you boldly say
Creeping from your aura and penetrating mine

**How Could I Not Feel Worthless?

Anger is an emotion;
a feeling that takes over.
I push it down,
saying "No, i wont let you."
But it just mocks me with it's evil laugh.

You trigger it,
you just don't know,
that you're the match that lights my fire,
and she's the cold to keep it down.

I am an mount of flesh,
holding in so many emotions,
but the ones that are the most,
are the ones you shall fear.

Because one day,
she wont keep them down,
she wont be around,
and when they day comes,
you better beware.

For, on that day,
My anger,
My Fire,
is going to ignite.

The dead are gone we can never
have them back, we can remember
them, in photos or memories, many
ways but they are now departed
never to come back.

The way we can honour those that
have fallen now in there grave, is
to do things in there memory. Do
things that would make them proud,
to show them that even though
there gone you are and will always
do them proud.

The dead will be remembered, even
though they are gone, we do things
to remember them to make them
ever so proud in memory of those
gone, now memories in are
photos they will always live on..

Because life is hard, baby
And if you get it all down in writing
You'll never forget the lessons learned

Every scar is another story
Every scar is just one love.