I know this is wack, but it's how I'm feeling.

My struggle

Time after time. Nothing's changed. **** it.

I thought it was funny...

Wrote this about my friends ex, and the ******* she said. Keep talkin ****.

This is a long paragraph, but it explains a lot about this poem. I was diagnosed with diabetes when I was  12 years old.  While sitting in the hospital scared and upset many friends and family came to visit and everyone had the same thing to say, "I'm sorry," but it seemed so apathetic. I remember thinking that I would have rather they just didn't say anything, because I was sick of it. My uncle who died two ears ago from cancer came to visit me and I remember him walked through the doors of the room the hospital had me staying in and he just had a grin on his face and he handed me a bag of sugar-free candy, I didn't even know they made sugar-free candy, and he gave me a hug and said he loved me. That meant the world to me, I'm ******* holding back tears just typing this right now.  Sugar-free candy has these things in them called Sugar Alcohols, which at the time we didn't know what they would do to me.  Turns out that if you aren't used to them they will just give you bad diarrhea.  He didn't know that, and when he found out there was sugar alcohol he immediately felt guilty about it, and on his deathbed I was visiting him for one of the last times and he decided to apologize to me for giving me that candy, because he thought it could have killed me.  Seeing how much pain he was in and he still apologized to me destroyed me, I tried so hard to tell him how much that meant to me, but I couldn't get the words out through crying.  Even if that candy would have killed me, I would have died happy knowing people loved me.  It truly is the thought that counts and I know he was thinking about me. I just pray he knows that. I love and miss that dude and I regret far to often I didn't tell him that.  This poem is just a small amount of what I was feeling that day.

I love punk/******* music, and the scene is great, but people need to stop trying so hard.  When I joined the scene I was the kid who didn't fit in because I didn't look like everyone else, but that's why they accepted me, because I didn't try. If you fake it, and you do have a lot of friends, they know the fake you, and that **** will come out one day, and you'll be known as the dude or chick who is nothing but a fake. This song is sarcastic towards people like that. BE YOU!

This may ****, I'm really tired, but I liked it.  Maybe I'm crazy

I'm sick of people always being in relationships just for ***. It's stupid and you are digging yourself into a lonely hole.

On top of many other ****** things that have happened in my life, I was also diagnosed with diabetes when I was 12. That's what the "no needle can harm" bit is about, not drugs, but if that's what your struggle is, take it to heart, and don't stop waging war on it.  Honestly isn't my favorite thing I've written. I feel like it's just off I guess. Oh well..

I'm sick of people looking at me like I'm a freak and judging my every action.  I may look like I'm messed up but that's just because I'm not being fake.  We all mess up, we're all imperfect, we all SIN.  Stop trying to hide it.  Stop judging your brothers and sisters.  START building up one another and helping them get through their problems.  Don't be FAKE.

This is about my cousin's daughter Kelaiah.  My cousin was one of the largest influences in my life and I love him like a brother.  A month after being born Kelaiah passed away due to a hole in her heart, and it was emotionally hard.  I tried to write this in my cousin's perspective about how I thought he had to have been feeling, but as I kept writing I realized it's how we were all feeling.  We are a family.  One of the people I love most in this world's daughter died after barely getting to know her, and on top of everything seeing how much it hurt him hurt me.  I don't know if this is any good, but I really like it, because it was how I was feeling and still continue to feel.