LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old la
Things you never forget.You never forget:Your first day of school.Your first boyfriend.Your first kiss.Your first date.Your first time.Your wedding day.Your childhood.The day you graduated.The day your child was born.The day you did something amazing.The day you get hired.The day you get fired.The day you got recognized.The day your dog died.The day you cried at a sappy movie.The day you did something stupid.The day you had fun.The day you didn't care.The day you wanted to die.The days you were happy.All these things happen.Things that you will never forget.You might not remember all the details or the dateBut you remember what's important.These things that you never forgetAlways have the biggest impact on who you are.
The BirdsBreathe in and think of loveBreathe out and think of painListen to the feeling in your heartNot the voices in your brainHark the wind blowing through the treesIgnore the dirge of modern lifeUse your ears to hear the birdsand with them let your worries take flightGlide upon the pockets of windWherever the breeze shall take youMake the journey beautifulRather than the place you wish to get toBreathe in and think of the futureBreathe out and forget the pastI know the pain seems never endingBut such dismal days will not lastHear my whispered words softlyStirring emotions in your heartI will offer my hand, my loveAs the birds begin to departI will show you love and freedomif you take my hand and stayThere will be no pain or reasonFrom which you need to run away
You hated meYou laughed when I fellYou watched me kill myselfYou hated me silentlyYou loved me secretlyI slapped you when you laughedI cried when you watched me dieI knew you were disgusted of meI loved you loudlyWhen you criedI criedWhen you liedI liedWhen you diedI said horrible things to your motherYou pretended to love meSo I pretended to love youTonight when I sleepYou will come to me in my dreamsYou will say you love meBut the truth is you have always hated me
I am.I am.I am the person who lives.I am the person who loves.I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier.I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own.I am the invisible who linger in the hallways.I am the person who bullies to feel better.I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail.I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't.I am the person who is bullied for being different.I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death.I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of a curse thena blessing.I am the man who took steroids to be stronger and now am discarded by society.I am the child who was forgotten.I am the broken.I am the hero.I am the villain.I am the takers.I am the givers.I am the deserving.I am the bullied.I am the pressured.I am the suffering.I am the surviving.I am the wishers.I am the dreamers.I am
Is It Wrong?Is it wrongThat I glance up at the clouds,Feeling the wind through my hair,And dream of a mystifying landWhere one can be accepted no matter what?Is it wrongThat I choose to wear jeans down past my heels,Baggy and ripped at the knees,Unlike all the other boys that wear athleticShorts, so unscathed and clean?Is it wrongThat I ask people about their troubles,Sometimes doing all in my mortal powerTo help them surpass the simple,Even ones I have not defeated myself?Is it wrongThat while the few friends I haveDance around giddily and go toThe most extreme only to impress,But I only hang back in silent content?Is it wrongThat I do not laugh when others are hurt,On their knees in blood stained mud,And I am there with hand outstretched,Seeming to always be there in time of need?Is it wrongThat I do not clap, nor do I supportOnes I do not find worthy of it,Ones who I find in my perspective to beQuite cruel and bitterly heartless?Is it wrongThat I choose to sit in
What I WantDid I ask for your help?No, don't think I did,Apparently, though, I'm just a kid.I don't want your disease,I'm already dead,At least now you can't play with my head.Don't force-feed me your lies,I want to keep me,And not be wrecked by society.I know you're not perfect,Well, neither am I,I am sick of living in a lie.Do you see all these scars?The inside ones too,No, because you think it's all taboo.Help me to disappear,It's what we both need,I just can't cope with life's harsh stampede.Please don't try to save me,As I yearn for death,But will you feel bad at my last breath?Don't you dare act sad,When we say goodbye,And don't you dare to look me in the eye.Because;Friends,Family,Enemies,Liars,I know you're not sorry,But please don't worry,Because I'm not either.I know I need your help,I just don't want it,What I want is a nice cosy casket.