Most people have scars that run in
perfectly
              straight
                           lines
                     but
             mine
        are
hopelessly crooked
because
I hated myself too much
to be that careful

I hacked at the paper-white skin
that was my wrist
and drew
               thin
                      red
                           lines
that didn't seem to know
where they were going
or even where they wanted to go

Today
when I touch them
the pain is still
                        so
                            raw
­                        so
                  real
I can almost feel the tears
rushing down my face
and onto my arms,
mixing with the blood
trying in vain to heal me

When my arms were open
I didn't see blood
I saw
         hurt
                hopelessness
                               ­      fear
                                           insecurity
                               despair
                      doubt
              pain
       hate
anger
The pain is hidden
underneath the layers of skin
that rushed to cover the ones
that I had pierced through
but sometimes
I think
           it
              might
                         still
                                be
                        ­              there

Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

Was this the right choice?
Seeing warnings on twitter
Thinking they're all quitters
Thinking you're better
But in reality, you're just as equal as them.

But as the day passes...
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

Seeing your friends play, you start multiplying
Not even touching a pipe and dying
You're on the floor, you're crying
Pressing start over and over again and trying
Knowing your high score is low and start lying
because you know you ****.

But as the day passes...
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

Questions going through your mind
"Why did I die?"
"Did I really touch a pipe?"
"Why do iPhone users only have day while Android have both day and night?"
"Why is it slower on other phones?"
"How do you get past 20?"
"Why do I keep dying?"
"Why do Android users have other colors?"
But the question you should be asking is...
"Am I going mad?"

But as the day passes...
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

Now, the resolution.
Stop the addiction.
Press that "x"
You know its for the greater good.
I know YOU feel the ANGER whenever you die.
You don't wanna risk throwing your phone for that.
Take my advice. DO IT.
Before it ruins your life.

But as the day passes...
You can't.
You can't.
You can't.

Its too late.
Flappy Bird is now part of life.
Even though the anger
The anger that feels like your chest being stabbed by a knife
Hurts you so much
Deep inside you get a little happy...
Knowing somewhere in the world someone trying the same game
Got less than you.
Less than 3, 2, or 1.
And because of this you want to beat more people who **** more than you.

And this should be an achievement
You, state your name, got YOUR own high score.
YOU did it
YOU made it to one pipe or even more.
And if you didn't
Well ***** for you

But as the day passes...
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

What can I do?
Tell me how to help
To ease the ache in your heart
And stop that tear from falling from the corner of your eye
I know you're hurting
I can feel your soul crying
It makes me crazy because I just want to stop your heart from bleeding
I want to save you
Like you've saved me all these years
I want to stop the pain just like you've done for me so many times
I want to chase all the agony away because I see it stripping the life out of you
And you're the last person on this earth that should look as sad as you do
You put up a strong front
But, I think the dam is about to burst and I'm scared to death you'll drown in it
And I won't be able to get to you in time
And my heart will drown and wash away with you
Because you are my heart
You're who kept me strong when I was barely holding on
I want, I need to be that same lifeline to you now
Pull you out of the rain
And let the sun dry all your tears and chase off all your fears
You've always been the strong one, the one who just pushed through the bad times and bulldozed anyone who go in your way or our way
Me and Sam... We think the world of you
You're the glue that holds us together when all we want to do is fall apart
We've spent so much time leaning on you, the foundation of our lives
Maybe we over looked you cracking
And I'm sorry
I'm so sorry for being selfish and forgetting that mom's need help sometimes too
I'm always gonna need you
Sam's always gonna need you
But, we know the other side has another side
And all I want to do is lend you my heart and my hand
Let me be a foundation you can lean on
I won't act as if I understand everything you're going through
I just promise you that you don't have to go through it alone
I'm behind you 100%
Just like you always have been for us
If there's one thing I've learned in my life time, it's that I can count on you
And I know it's not much but, you can count on me too
I'd give you my last breath if that was the cost to make you whole again
Because you're broken
And it burns me up inside
I walk into this tense, cold house and I want to burn it to ground
With all the things that ale you inside of it
I'd swim a million miles if I had to to bring you back to shore
If you jump, I jump
And like a hero, I'd catch you falling from the sky
Cause I learned that from you, my hero
You're not alone
I know I can't fix all the lonely
But you deserve to be forever smiling
You deserve a plush seat to sink into and just close your eyes and breath
I don't know what to do
And selfishly I have to say it's killing me... Because it's killing you
Here's my hand, take it. It'll be a start
I'm in it all the way
I just want to help you
Let me help you
I don't know what to do
Just tell me what to do
Mom... What can I do?

We all dance on the edge of obscurity, some
fall to their fate
while
some always wait for the last song
to play.

Today
I waltzed in a world's insecurity with partners who weren't all that sure of me,
a curiosity to be handled quite carefully
and still I'll free fall
to obscurity.

Making No Sense

Young people cry,
old people die,
I just wonder why.
Babies are born,
men watch ****,
women are torn.
Some swallow,
soul is hollow,
I just wallow.
Read between lines,
always pay fines,
do it in the pines.
Think outside the box,
not all keys fit locks,
I'm more sly than a fox.
Breaking the chains,
everyone complains,
all that remains.
Met at the station,
in for the duration,
part of the creation.
Mind over matter,
thin over fatter,
brains always splatter.
Orlando and Dawn,
Hudson and Hawn,
is anybody really gone.
Food on table,
mentally unstable,
ready, willing and able.
Praying to God,
while laying sod,
two peas in a pod.
Football is gay,
Peyton better play,
Broncos all the way.
Nothing seems level,
born a rebel,
running with the devil.