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It may seem like nothing to you,
but now I look at it different.
Most people would see a deck of cards as nothing special.
For most, it's just a simple way of entertainment.
But for me, I look at them differently now.
A deck of cards can almost resemble society.
There's different shapes and colors.
Different values.
Isn't that how we are in the world today?
You see the aces and face cards,
they're like gold.
They're high in value.
Everyone wants them.
They're simply perfect.
Then there's the number cards.
You know,
two though ten.
They're nothing too special.
Sure sometimes they can be helpful and useful,
but most of the time they just get overlooked don't they?
Then there's the jokers.
Many people don't need them.
They throw them out or throw them to the side.
Or people just simply laugh at Jokers.
They're useless right?

So now walking around, think about this.
Who are you?
Who do you make others feel like they are?
Do you smile at and be kind to everyone around you?
Treating them as those spotless ace and face cards?
Or do you just overlook people?
Is everyone a number card to you?
And I hate to ask, but are you the bully who makes everyone feel like a joker?
Do you tease, or ignore people?
Making them feel like the most unwanted people in the world?

So the next person you see, really stop and think;
how valuable is this person going to feel after an encounter with me?
A little rough, but I think my point has been made. My coach/history teacher did a little activity with us that was exactly what I said above. It really got me thinking.
I remember the haunting tunes
left in your wake
when you left so soon

I remember the soundless cries
from those who loved you
when they found, you died

I remember the empty cars
with words of splendor
but insincere hearts

I remember the selfish fools
who indulged in your love
then tightened your noose

I remember the radiant smiles
you once shared
when you were by the River of Nile

I remember the beating heart
you once had a pleasure
of having until you did part

I remember my love for you
so pure and wonderful
now haunting yet true

I remember when I was alive
but that was only because
I had you by my side

Death was inevitable
but it came too soon

Death was irreversible
something I couldn't undo

I give you my word
that I am far from alright
these things of the Past
haunt me each night
It was easier said and done
the fixing of a soul
that is constantly moving
deeper into the unknown

Thoughts so deeply rooted
Words so ingrained
in the mind of a girl
barely even sane

It was easier said than done
the attention and time she would need
to mend the gears in her heart
just so she could be free

No one really sees
the damage the do
until her eyes roll back
and her lips turn blue

It is what they say
People only ever listen
the moment you're dead

Who would ever
to look over the words
of a dead girl?

The fear of being a bigot
overpowers
everything else

It's easier said than done
to love yourself, to accept yourself
after years of being told
you should do everything but
I hate myself
every little thing
the voice in my head
often reminds me
I should be dead

I hate myself
every tiny detail
my body my face
everything I wish
I could easily replace

I hate myself
every thing I do
I talk too much
and think too much
and wish I could find you

I hate myself
every thought I think
I imagine images
of a happy version
of you and me

I hate myself
every word I say
The words that pour out
the way they are phrased
the words I shouldn't have said

I hate myself
every little thing
I wish someone cared
I wish someone could see
this invisible me

I hate myself
every small wish
I wish to die
I wish to sink
but I never do
bc I'm scared to go through

I hate myself
for being so weak
for not being able to fix
the broken thing that is me
Drive
Away from the badness
Away from my sadness

Drive
Alone or with someone
Together or with no one

Drive
to the loudest music
to places of magic

Drive
safe and sound
going around and around

Drive
towards an invisible light
not real headlights

Drive
from all of tis
but not the edge of a cliff

Drive
because no one wants me around
tomorrow I won't be found

Drive
because I feel no love
and I don't matter as of

Drive
to a place that I could be
without having you with me

Drive
away from my pain
trying to dance through the rain

Just drive
I'll find my way eventually
then I'll be happy for eternity
I was designed to have a broken perspective,
A fragile state and my emotions are selective,
I feel like a robot, a creation of steel,
But this machine has the capability to feel,
The cogs, they may turn,
The engines may burn,
But this hollow, metal collection,
Has reserved a special section,
To be able to love,
To be able to show affection,
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