does beauty need thorns;
you betcha it does

Sometimes we don't realize how truly blessed we are. We've been killing ourselves for years and it hasn't left a scar. We still wakeup every morning with another chance to live. Yet will still refuse to acknowledge the blessings that only God can give. How many blessings are left? How many chances still remain? As long as we do wrong the results are still the same. We always make life more difficult than it really has to be. We continue to walk around blind when we know that we can see. At some point during our life it seems we've lost our way. We've been living during the night for so long we forgot there was a day. One day we may realize that enough just is enough. And at the same time we may realize that we really ain't that tough. All the people who tell us they love us have go to be tired as hell. They have to be tired of hoping that one day we'll get well. We are not stupid people. God gave us all a brain. Even though some of the things we did made it seem like we're insane. One day we may wake up and surrender our life to God. Then maybe we will realize that his way isn't that hard. R.Mendoza

Why do I try?
With lungs that cannot breathe,
Arms that cannot reach,
In a moment of pure chaos, I become fully aware of my inabilities.

Why do I cry?
My eyes, they cannot see,
I try to call for help,
But my throat doesn’t let me scream.

Why do I feel?
Floating along the stream,
I see the faces of all of the people that have ever meant anything to me,
I am unable to hear them,
With them, I cannot be.

Why do I think this is real?
With my senses broken, my heart on edge,
My brain is fully conscious; my soul does not lie,
I try to reach for them, I try to breathe, try to see, only to ask myself – why do I?