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Sadness and sorrow,

What it is to relive it,

What it is to grow,

Bloom.

Exceed life in every way imaginable,

And finally understand what the world is,

It’s made of hate and cruelty,

And most of all,

Shame.

War Cries

Maybe life should not be all about this madness...

Where the wars are the only thing on everyone’s heads,

The only thing that we can make profit on,

The only thing we worry,

Think,

And act upon.

This war has got our heads turning,

Our thoughts churning,

And bad ideas sworming.

The thought about our cold, hard reality slowly sinks in,

And we are left to be mere tiny husks of what once was.

We are the existence of man,

The experience we have this year is not what we strive for,

But now among others is what we are known for,

No matter the tough things that others try to make up for the sins that we carried.

It can not be met and we cannot regain our composure,

Our lives cannot be trusted.

Among those this war is against,

The people we call aliens.

Whom are no different than ourselves,

But who are different because of the fact,

That they come from outside our borders,

And have no certification to be in these lands.

And yet they come,

To set our world into chaos,

But acting upon the will of wanting to be saved,

To be free.

To be calmed.

To be where the hell isn’t.

Otherwise known as...

Cured.

Hardest

Hardest

See the reason why I am not here making a difference,

Is because of the people who told me that I wasn’t special.

That I wasn’t careful,

That I wasn’t able to become the person that I wasn’t.

That life wasn't to be created in a world full of hate,

That my life wasn't special.

It was just insignificant,

I was just lonely,

I was broken,

I was only a little girl thinking that the hardest thing was seeing her die.

I loved and I thought I could handle it,

But now it is just depression and that is the hardest thing to take in…

It hurts now that I can’t see,

I can’t feel the pain that I wish that I could feel

Like sadness and loneliness,

All I feel is like I scarred my mind,

Like I flashed into sorrow and couldn’t place things.

That I couldn’t understand my placing,

That I couldn’t recall my imaginary input.

That I couldn’t recall my self image,

Or what I looked like on the outside,

Nor could I feel what was happening on the inside.

Now I just sit there.

Imagining things,

Taking time to imagine a life where I could be the greatest,

Not broken.

Not lonely.

Just a life where I could be happy,

Where my life is not in shambles,

Not where I am taking orders from people that don't believe in me,

A place that I could make my own with only two ideas.

Sadness doesn't exist,

And neither does loneliness,

Does that mean that all this time my depression was nothing?

Was I just sitting in someone's shadow?

Or was I feeling an others emotion?

Was this me?

The one in the mirror staring back at me,

The one with the bags under her eyes,

Staring at me.

Just staring in wonder...

Was this me?

The one with the crooked teeth,

The one with no one else with me,

Was this me?

WHY?

WHY?

Why am I this way?

Is it because of my life?

Is it because of the people in my family?

Is it because of the death that I have seen?

Or is it because that I have seen too much?

The days that flew by

Were only because of the fact of love

And I took too much and didn't give enough back

See now where I am

Not supposed to be here

Not supposed to be anywhere

See where I am now,

I am somewhere where I can’t be found.

Imagine Days

Imagine Days

Imagine your days

Imagine a view

That looks like daylight is through a colored film

When it is only the sun changing sides

On west then east

On the side of the sea it looks green

And on the side of the desert it looks red

My mind seeks answers

Only to be questioned by the brilliant minds of science.

Violet

Violet

See that girl?

The one in the beanie.

The one who no one knows.

Who was never known,

Do you know her?

The girl that everyone hates.

The one who has hair in front of her eyes always,

The one who is invisible.

The girl without friends.

Do you see her?

The girl with straight black hair.

The girl with powers past imaginable strengths.

The one who is never seen,

Nor understood.

Lies

Lies

Have you ever heard of the boy who cried wolf,

The one who died in the end?

Well the idea is,

Is that if you lie,

You will die.

Eventually. . . .

Just like the kid who fell,

Told on another kid who, always, sits, alone.

And told that HE was the one who pushed him,

The one kid that gets left out,

Finally gets put in,

In a world that is full of blame,

Without love,

Without any sort of expression.

That is why,

The boy who cried wolf died.

Imagine a world of black and white,

Where your voice echoes, through day and night.

A day where all your sorrows come together,

To become your misery.

And long ago...

When simplest days existed.

There was a time that you could be happy,

You could be expressful,

You could tell people what you wanted,

What you wanted to be,

Become.

Share.

But now...

The world is silent.

No more voices.

No more talent.

Just a time where our lies,

Are our eyes.