you see the boy at high school you send wispers all around tearing him up inside. he say nothing as you just push him around. every day he is scilent and never even makes a sound. that loaner is me. i just watch the world go bye. i dont have any thing to say expet i am going down the road of life solatuid shunning away people. that boy you watch every day he grows moe quiet but has a weapon of his choice. his words that shoots like bullets hitting tarkets with kinds solam words that lighten the impact. that boy who alawys walked home alone every day. he has no words exept (his big blue)eyes that make the statmenst that keept him sane.

every day i have woken up to the sound of violence. no time to pick up my **** you just have to run threw hell. blinded mind has no thought of how to survive when life spins out of control with no point to jump to escape. danger comes threw the eyes of blood thirsty people who don't like me or you. you cant find your way in the dark but if you forget you will be blind minded. no sence of whats in your sights. decisions that need to be made to save your life. being blinded minded hits you when your heart tell you to be carfule what is next in your path.

who can you really trust. i dont trust any one and i will find my way to follow a exit

addiction has played my soul along with what ever hope that just drowns me till i just float way down the waterfall. theres nothing left but i cant go threw a day in society with out being on something to take my nerves away. i have so much fear when im in larg crowds. i cnt feel ok cause im afraid of my what will happen to me.  i cant face reality cause im a varry shy person and i have a life of solotude and trust. addiction start to escape for any thing to relive my from the stress of crowds.  i am a scared person.
i cant face people cause i am mess and im kinda crazy but 2:00 am i am thinking of how to avoid any problems just to slip by

society is scared of peopls big ideas.  they all have small wispers saying they cant change the ideas of the ones put in place !
this world should be afraid of me cause i have ideas that could free the ones who had nothing wrong they did.
this world should be afraid of me cause my ideas are strong and officiant and will throw the leader out of his game.

im not crazy or insane. but i will lead one idea till the coruptness ends and no more lives get taken away.

if you want me to go insane on you try me cause i wont let people suffer cause peope ith ideas have ideas that can change the torture and blood shed.


ill go complet ****** on all  of your ***'s till you take the ideas of chang for a better way of life

until the end i will play my way to show you that if we all parish or survivers we dont have to worry. cause untile the end i wont let harm take away my life and people i can about. i see no fear when the time strikes and we either can riot or just survive hidden deep in the shadows just watching people **** echother.
theres nothing to harm otheres only to defend what ground you stand on.
i might be crazy but im not going to dye by riots i want to use my mind to creat big ideas that scare poeple in its path way

what if the day growls long in the hot summer sun. what if that beauty leaves and never comes back. what if life turns dark and we grow cold from the solum sun that reflects warming us deep down. what if tomarrow dosnt come and we start dying off.

every day my mind went lose spilling every thing leaving me behind.  i haven't slept cause my brain is in a fog of creative writing. the clock is ticking away when i sit at my desk with my pen and paper to write. but my mind went lose an my brain is in a fogy storm trying to even pick letters.  i cant even catch my mind but my brain can find its way back. almost 12 am still have nothing.  the lights go out and my eyes light up like the cats eyes reflecting back. how long do i have to run till my creative side is going to work. the clock ticks away but i put music on to play drowning this ******* out.
i know writers block ***** but what can be the trigger object to let my writing flow threw me. its almost 1 am and i haven't even left to sleep but the only thing of words is what i can describe what i feel. vary vary ******. but i still have nothing expt this word in me

**** THIS WORLD **** THIS **** DON'T GIVE A ****