No one trusts a child
But don't children speak the most truth?
Children aren't liars
Aren't fuled by ambition with ruthlessness

If anyone should be trusted
Why not a child?
They're so simpleminded
And forthcoming in time

No one listens to children
As they beg for help and care
Lost in a world of thieving men
Where life is never fair

At night hear their screams
While we turn away
We're killing their dreams
Tomorrow's problems from today

We promise them the world
And give them the scraps of our troubles
So truth be told
We don't hear simply because
We don't give a **** about them

"Oh Ella, what have you done?"
Must I explain again?
I've fallen in love with fear,
It's made me stronger and
Fuled my brand of fire. Is that wrong?
"Oh Ella, what have you done?"
I'll say it once,
I've learned to slap sour, poetic, spitting lips
Away from my face
With no hesitation, is that wrong?
"Oh Ella, what have you done?"
I can't keep repeating.
I walked through hell with a smile.
Skipping around flames, letting dust
Tangle in my hair. Is that wrong?
"Oh Ella, what have you done?"
Do not judge my strength.
I've raised myself on the edge
Of the lion's backbone,
Now foverever changed, safe, why is that wrong?


"Oh Ella, what have you done?"
Nothing.

I no longer answer to you.

fortified so i can hide few have dared to come inside
the walls are tall built with pain home of the criminally insane
u laugh out loud inside i cry they push me off but i still fly
you cant have slaughter without laughter this is no mistake
you can tell me god repells me  but save the wooden steak
have you ever met vegan that only eats the meat
have you ever found attractive wet and stinky feet
to each and all their own  but remember whos alone
the ones who have been cast away or ran away from home
growing number climbing of those we ostracized
they say that they are doing fine but if you look into the eyes
u see the darkness of survival the vaulted shame of lies
you give them your concern but hope they will go soon
they know their most unwanted despite you offering a room
sometimes we live in such a way there is no going back
sometimes you have stood up so much u are happy to lay back
  after all your evil and the rain is said to pass
you may have stood for what was right but trauma don't heal fast
if you live so long in darkness it hurts to see the light
and although the sun comes and goes forever is the night
standing up for freedom left out in the cold
the system that enables systematic pain
just because i don't respond  your action will remain
when you find a way to play then they change the game
know that i built myself on failure resiliency through pain
you may not like resistance but you will not forget my name
im getting sick of being used or doing what im told
the days will come upon you resistant wont get cold
in a  moment i am focused the moment i am king
ive seen it all and dance in flames so what you have to bring

You never know the value of a moment
Untill it’s a memory
And lately I’ve been treasuring memory’s
Or rather lost moments
Lost in the hopelessness of time waiting
For that new moment
To arrive, afraid that we’ve said our last,
Goodbyes, cut ties-
Made that mistake too late, and that’s fate
I’m sorry but it’s over,
But I’m your head it’s never over not untill

Untill your standing on the edge of a cliff in
Dover, or sat on your
Sofa, with a system full of drugs, or with a
Razor blade in your
Hand, drunk taste you can’t stand, reaching
Out for someone’s hand,
Someone that can understand, the loss
And the pain, the rain
Falling down on your life and emotions
Drowning in commotion
An ocean of pure hurt, sorrow and pain
Fuled by dope,

A horizon of hope, a lie, a false belief
From deep beneath
Thinking that she’s part of the solution
Completely blind to the
Fact that she’s part of your confusion
You need to dispel
This illusion, that tigether your fusion
Would be a revolution
For your mind, your spirit and your sole
It would just ruin and
Dig a deeper hole, leaving you still wanting
More, not realising
That she’s already closed the door.