People like happy ending.
Sometimes life isn't so happy though.
But there are times when your're so extatic that you jitter in your seat.
And there are times so ****** that you could jump out a window.
But always remember the good things to come.
And never wollow in your past.
But do not forget you past because it made you...well, you.
And so embrace all your mistakes to brighten up your days.
People like happy endings.
Sometimes life isn't so happy though.
But if you can remember the happy parts,
And keep a smile on your face...
People like you will have happy endings.
Sometimes some not so happy days but the endings will be the happiest, I promise.

Will we ever see eachother eye to eye?
Or will everything you told me turn out as a lie?
Everywhere I turn, I see your name, it's on the wall.
Too weak to bear this heartache, my hope begins to slowly fall.

Hope for happiness has vanished, nothing to look forward to.
Wearier to discover my love was but a joke to you.
My whole body begins to shake as I imagine a life without a guide.
I still feel the spark between us, even after you cheated and lied.

I'm beginning to notice all of this is a game you've created inside your head.
I set my heart to every lie you fed me, believed every 'I love you' said.
As I wollow, becoming more hopeless with every shortened breath.
To careless to live, awaiting for the day of my welly yearned death.

My dripping wrists are being scraped with this tiny shard of rust.
So this is my alternative to our passionate lust?
If pain is all that gives me drive to live.
I'll pick up every scent of my blood and breathe it all in.

I've replaced the moaning and pleasure for sobs of agony.
If only you did care that soon, you'll be the death of me.
Exempt from a heart beating in my chest, I start to drift away.
Her whole body, numb and broken, getting sicker everyday.

No one cares for her goodbyes, as she prepares to leave.
Her only choice was to die without love, or so she did believe.
With bloodshot eyes, and her soul still shading rotten.
Her red blood goes out to the girl this cold world has forgotten.

Wake up late
Run to the bus
Finish up school
Do homework on the bus
Walk (kick, wander, jump, skip) home
The days are as simple as those 5 steps but when the night creeps In the doorway with me, arriving home at 6pm,
I feel the wollow of worthlesness
As if I am weightless
Absolutely empty.
What is my worth to this world?
Thought about it a million times.
And I am truly a nothing
But those 5 steps

There comes a time when all good efforts render our souls wounds laid bare.

there comes in our lives, a moment so long lasting and ever never failing to stretch on for an eternity, that one finds each minute second a lifetime for which to wollow and contort in our self abuse and humiliating pains.

In these moments of seeming endless script that dictate that we find everything wrong with the world of our making, we seem to realize the saddest value of self being remanded to the simplest of sensations , sensations devoid of gratification yet sweet and addictive in some parts as to understand what it is we are doing in such dismal environments of self.

These times when all of our best laid plans and stumbling prized findings, of unfolding adherence to what we perceive, as the world in its synchronic and dumbfounding way of expanding all we thought we knew of this place for which we act like we are the masters of.

and we find we feel like failures no matter what we find about us, supporting us, within us, without us, and opposing us.

Yet even in this seeming depressed and down trodden state as one would think to find the feelings too be, we find rebelliousness a constant even when dealing with ones self.

See, though I find myself a failure to many differing and inconsistent degrees in life and all I tried to accomplish, I found myself far more willing to lash out and strike the world with my own sense of abandonment, accusation and bewilderment, though knowing that it be justified and unjustified at times in its quantum 1,0, and both degree, I realized that I felt this way to myself as a constant.

See the truth is , I never failed in anything I was trying to do, yet feel that I failed everyone by even attempting to do anything. I knew nothing and know even less these days to some important point of reference lost ages ago, while seeing clearly the confusion cast like a net over the world and the confoundment over us all, though my intent was for all others to see what I could not.

Seems that I some how could never edit myself as diligently as others ensured to edit all that is of me that the world would ultimately see.

Seems when I would speak of things and venture out of the box and attempt to render a graphic image of mental consideration so as to convey and extrapolate what is vague and blurry to ones self for it to become a vast painting that could be envisioned and embraced for you and the world to expound upon, I was seen far less accurately and far more foolishly than I figured motivating to anyone, much-less to the soul of any matter for which we water the hearts of all good people to find a well spring to matter the most as to find the best avenue of approach, and thus solve in resolute that which we failed to consider raising up a flag pole to salute.

So do consider that even when I dash about all rash stricken and dashing the best efforts of mine enemy and supporters alike, I truly have attempted to cast a complete and rounded full spectrum light upon the very flaws and perfections of the you in me, as if to ask you to hold strong and truly the deepest regard for yourself and those you might not have found worth in before bumping into this nobody of me.

I am no hero, I am no wonder of the world to gave upon, nor am I a waste of time or effort to see the beauty in me, see, no matter what you feel you find in me, I know I find it in you as well as me, and I am truly doing all I can to see past all of my failings, so I can be reminded of all the good things of you in me.

Soon I will raise and be less broken and beat to a ****** pulp, and you just might be proud to see the you of me, and till then, please remind your self, you were worth it to me, to stand fearless in front of the world and all of the overwhelming things that opposed us in this endless and confusing happenings that make up this unending situation unfolding before us all.

I am a King, and I know this because I know you are as well and I can see that in the me in you, question is, can you see that in the you in me.

You were and are worth all this pain and cost that has defiled all I have ever held sacred.  SO try and not give up on what you think is worth it.

Chin Up, I am still here and working on it all, just reeling from some serious blows to the soul. smile, you are still beautiful you know.

What the hell's your problem
All you do is deny
I guess that's all you ever did
You forced my heart to just up and die

Left me with this anguish
And it's seeping through my skin
Everything is telling me just to hate you
I can't, for hate is the deadliest sin

I just wish you'd hurt this badly
Attempt to see through these bloodshot eyes
If i get ahold of you
There would be no time for any final goodbyes

You are a worthless coward
These memories of me will fade and pass
While I drown in this agony
My heart is shattered into shards of broken glass

Bleeding through my clothing
Oh, it's sopping to the floor
Make all this pain vanish, please
I don't want to experience it anymore

When I suffer, it brings you utmost joy
Just laugh it up, you *****
This fire in my heart seems unhealthy
I think I might get sick

On my knees, trembling so violently
Alone because of you
Cleaning up this mess you've made
Is the least that you could do

You wouldn't do just that
And so you leave me to wollow
Every ounce of pain you've put on me
Has painted my heart hollow

I Always
Felt
Like An
Old
Soul
Living
Among
The Young
Learning
From
Within
My Very
Old
So Called
Mind
And Heart
Howling
At
The Stars
Clawing
At The
Pain
So Called
Mud
I Deeply
Wollow
In
Aligned
With
The Old
Strong
Stood
Stars
That
People
Look
Upon
Because
Of
How
Far
Away
We Really
Are
From
The World
In The
Cold
Cruel
World
Of The
Unknown
Frozen
In Emotions
Of Despair
That
Perfume
And Freeze
Tears
We Are
Left
Behind
Our Skin
Kept
Us
Warm
On
The Outside
But
Not The
Inside
I Claw
At The
Sky
Wondering
Was
There
Peace
That
Aligned
The
Stars
Or Was
Hatred
That
Spread
Them Apart
I Know
Not
What
I Do
Know
Is
They Stay
And Stand
Far
Enough
To Form
A Shape
Of
How We
Really
If We
Sick
Together
But Awlast
It Is
A Lonely
Uncherished
World
Full
Of How
Bright
Money
Can
Shine
In And
Out
Of The Sky
And Our
Eyes
Don't
Look
For
The Right
Of
The Greater
Good
That
For Which
Is Not
Gold
It
Is A
Hard
Trustful
Soul
That Is
The Key
To Life
~Words Of Wisdom~
~Paris Styron~

They say she's dumb
I see in her eyes that she wants to run.
She has a son
She holds so highly
he keeps her warm.
He is her sun.
She needs him near, to keep her here.
As they look down on her she feels their eyes yet she looks away
For she wants no praise.
Yes, she wishes it was different;
but ,this is the plate she was given.
Yes, it looks bad to them so they keep their distance.
Yet
They don't see that
she goes the distance.,
Broken inside
she's lost so much that, she'd end her life ,,in an instant.
But her boys eyes..
That's her insentive .
They see her insensitive
Her eyes say the opposite, full of emotion, she has no choice but to bottle it.
,,, Happiness afar yet she continues to follow it.
The pain that they Wollow in , she swolows it.
Swolow it, she bottles it.