This is going to be casual After all, what can I say Am I wishing for a princess? No, I wish for betterment I spend all my life dreaming Today, I want us all to wake Do you see the flames fly The world burned, S. Korea, Cali Now Australia, I wish they’d listen But goverment stoges sit In offices cool and cozy People March, people scream People are dying everyday But here I sit selfish dreams New year wish to effect change Raise the voices of the world The meek, the dying, the silenced!
pain is not gentle, soft or kind it does not caress or tender pain is rough, rude, and callous it is sharp and cruel and mocking gentle is the wind of voice gentle is the soft hand stern to guide love takes you to good places pain leads you to no good places
her story is painted lillies dancing in a stilted valley along a shattered river with lines along the surface leaked through dripping and the valley bleeds Her story is pain anger depression a silence you forced on her world How plead you?
Feel trapped, mourning the dream,
Cut to pieces nothing left to see.
How do you bleed when vein dry?
A empty world filled with icy lies,
I can’t fight when others rather I die.
Every turn I’m wicked, narcissist,
Or I’m hated, othered, unwanted.
I file away the pain, slots of mind,
Empty, cold, no empathy to find.
Makes me worthless, no place for me.
Wake me from this misery,
This corpse tires as king of agony.
When will this damn curse lift,
Where is the supposes gift.
That life is suppose to be
Denied, rejected, forced to mask.
Hide dysphoria, depression, desire to die.
Hide my rage, my existence, wake alone.
I am done fighting on my own.
Please, crying out, desperate not to die.
Save me, I’m drowning in this sea!
Help so I can be who I see inside!