We All Die One Day I am in the hospital The dark halls narrowing around me The heavy heat weighting the day I go for the corner bed Trying to calm the panicky thrumming Of the fickle bird encased in my ribcage Rain falls Dampening the clinically white lights Causing dull sullen faces to fade Blankets rustle As I adjust the crude needles Connecting wires deep, grazing bone In the distance Monotone bleeps can be heard Along with muffled moans We lay in silence Facing this penultimate reality Our appearance a story of it's own Faces show Blue shadowing under-eyes Or another's sunken cheeks Bodies shrunk Hidden from families anxious eyes Stick thin under the sheets Focus lost To the days that blur together As months go by instead of weeks

Deciet Dark in your bright eyes Painted with the bright blue sky Revealing your lies .

Medus I only ever see a certain type of media. One where those with the most followers have their voices heard. Where the ones who use the most elaborate writing techniques have their voices heard. Where the ones who write about magic and mystery and make everything have beauty as a quality have their voices heard. But what about real #life? What about the bad times? What about when your thoughts aren't beautiful? I want to read raw, reckless writing. Writing that i can really relate to. Writing that reflects us as the mortal human race we are. Writing that makes me feel something real.

Empowerment I think that People need to feel like they have a purpose they need to feel valid and important and worth something. Some people believe in things other than God, like love or money or family or hope. But For some people believing in no God makes them feel worthless, a dot in the coincidental collision of atoms, nothing. They need more validation than that. Some need faith for a higher purpose...to feel like they're important, that they are good and they do the right thing. Real or not, It's just another form of empowerment. Those who seek power in the material or the faith are just as blind. Power is a myth, a perception, and you will never be able to satisfy your hunger for it. So don't chase it. Do what you love. Believe in yourself. Have faith in your dreams. This is your #life, make it count on your own terms.

Cut Deeper Words of love arent what i need My mind won't tell me what they mean They all just sound like lies to me The only thing I feel is pain Tired of playing all your games Win or loose it's all the same No matter what I seem to gain The only thing I feel is pain Reality just slips away And leaves me with a price to pay These angry lines are here to stay The only thing I feel is pain