Understand the noise
to value the
silence.

I don't want to be here.
Yet I am

No chains on my wrists
No shackles on my ankles
Yet I am here
Where I don't want to be

There's no gun to my head
No knife to my throat
Nobody watching me,
Holding me captive

So why am I here?
**When I don't want to be?

i've always wanted to get a tattoo.
"wow, just like every rebellious teen out there, huh?", you say.
that is not true.
what i want are three simple, minimalistic markings.
one tattoo, i would like on my hip.
very small, barely noticeable.
three dots.
one blue, one purple, one pink.
one tattoo, i would like on my chest, far to the side.
once again, small, unnoticeable.
a small yellow and black heart.
to honor those i've lost.
and the last tattoo,
i would like four little symbols to keep me grounded.
tiny, on my left wrist.
the first symbol is a collection of wavy lines,
the second a small cloud,
the third is a incomplete box,
and the last is a heart.

breathe, relax, think, be.

Daffodils  are  yellow,
Daisies  are  white,
Your  soul  may  be  dark,
But  your  smile  is  bright* .

Your  hands  may   be  gentle,
Your  eyes  may  be  kind,
But  lurking  beneath,
Is  a  sick  twisted  mind.

What  made  you  this  way ?
What  shattered  your  soul ?
What  chipped  you  away,
Made  you  part  of  no  whole ?

You're  missing  some  pieces,
They're  scattered  about,
You'll  never  find  them  all,
Of  this  there's  no  doubt.

Forever  broken,
You'll  never  fit  in,
Because  hiding  beneath,
Is  your  soul  filled  with  sin...