Hand in hand the skies 
Were blue. There was a lot 
between me and you.   
  
But now the skies have turned   
to crimson red  that spills from    
my wrist when I fall into this  bed.   
  
You were the one who taught me   
How to feel. Now that you're gone,   
I'm my worst enemy who I want   
to ****.    
  
Nowhere to go and no place    
to hide, some place far   
away is where I choose   
to reside.    
  
Living like a square is    
no longer my taste.    
I drive away with this glock   
strapped to my waist.    
  
People can say what they    
want to say. Their opinions    
are not valid and are kept far away.    
  
As the people you love look at me with    
such disdain, I continue    
to fill with all this pain.    
  
A pain that cuts to my very core,   
whats  left of my heart is now an open   
Sore.    
  
No reassurance from the stars for    
they are all fading. My death is what I'm now contemplating.    
  
The end is easier to    
Embrace as I pour this glass and self medicate while my angel's have   
lost their grip and are about ready to vacate.     
  
Before they retreat to the sky, I surrender and let them hear my cry.    
  
HELP

All my life I've
tried to fit in,
and felt that
being an outcast
was a total sin.

But as I've grown
wiser, I've realized
that fitting in is
what I fear the most.

I'd rather be a
caged freak at a
traveling circus,
than another sheep in
the herd, trapped in a
world of hate, a
place where the word
"love" is brandished
about, and where people
thrive off of problems,
not solutions.

With each passing note,
my true essence will pour
onto the floor, like
a wounded bird that
won't  stop bleeding, while the
audience listens to the
sound of my very own soul
quietly fleeting.

Urging we, the people,
to show our true colors
not with shame, or fear,
but with pride
and honor.

Don't feed me another
line. Give me back what-
's rightfully mine, so
I shall put it on display
for the world to see
the true me.

Knowing art to be
my only religion,
and God as my
only creator,
I no longer
feel sinful
and regretful,
for I know
that he has
made me to be
colorful

No longer will I hang from a string I now seek refuge under my angels wing

I am less filled with self hatred
my youthful spirit has been
liberated
                    
I ignore what they project onto me.I do not have two eyes. I have three

 Don't care what people say
 It's better to die young than
 slowly  fade away.

Been hospitalized four times,  but I'm still spilling these rhymes.

No need to re-write my history,
 my strength will shine through
 and you'll see my adversity.

  Though I wasn't dealt the best hand,
  prosperity and growth is what
  I still demand.  

 I look within, and see that I'm
 in harmony with the universe,
 for I have fought long and hard to
 reverse this curse.

Word's spill onto this
page relentlessly and
without any remorse,
while I patiently let the  
universe run it's  
course.
  
Each passing stroke  
brings me closer to being
vindicated, simultaneously  
remaining on this  
high and feeling  
elevated.  
  
Every letter is essential in
bringing me closer to rewriting  
my fate as I am slowly becoming  
less filled with hate.  
  
No more will it be my  
vice. In this battle my rhymes  
are my ideal device.
  
The knife is the pen that
impales vile skin. The ink  
is the blood that releases  
every sin.  
  
I will not be held hostage  
and under duress so
I come before you to
finally confess.

I have burnt the candle at both ends    
        
during fight or flight      
        
all my wrongs I make amends      
        
I proclaim my love with great delight  
  
Your vile will never taint my point of view  
  
My soul is the diamond that always shines through      
        
You have lost your grip    
    
Your  weight I carry will no longer sink my ship          
    
On this journey I continue to embark      
        
I forever choose  blue over dark