Cries Eyes that have become dull. A mouth yearning to frown, yet for the others you continue to smile. I can see right through you as your pain shatters all the shields you have set up inside you. A body abused by a self-destructive act of cutting. Oh! They expose more then you know as you hide it behind clothing. Not wanting to be targeted by your peers who just cannot understand your pain. Eyes that have dripped more tears then the heaven itself. A mouth that smiled so sweetly at me, yet quivers as it tries to hold its place. The words "I'm fine" trapped inside my mind. Can't you see you're not alone? I can see right through you as your mind, as if on loap repeats its own despair begging to end this game of #life when it has just begun. . . . A soul that has been frozen for far too long, please wake up and see me . . . You're no longer alone . . . Just wake up! Eyes that look past me. As my heart rips asunder watching you cry out in your own unique ways You're not alone . . . You're not alone! . . . Please hear me out. Before both of us spiral to the graves that shall forever freeze the carcasses we have become.

Humanities Hands I watched the news today Another taking their #life Grief stricken, and burdened they lost their stories untold And yet I cannot help, but wonder If just one person cared for them in #life Would they haves lived through their strife? Maybe I'm just a simple dreamer Maybe they were just fated to die. But with my eyes I see a sight Where men choses #life over the knife. If we'd just take notice, and care for them. Instead of beating them their flames inside Not giving off any #life Maybe I'm just one person Maybe I was just fated to cry Over the last ones who rob their own #life. But hear my words listen well You can be the angel Who rescues one from the depths of hell.

Oh Cruel Universe! Oh Cruel Universe! The girl I love to young To have any real fun Having to wait Until legal age To truly blossom my love Until that day I am slightly alone as I make her blush through her telephone Don't judge all that is near For three years apart is nothing When your 30, and 27 So here I wait Waiting for the day She takes my hands and moves me in sway.

High School "Chained Freedoms" Test Why can't I leave? The test is done Yet I must sit here as the rest finish up. Can't I just simply run? The man sits behind his desk Covered in a shit ton of mess Yet I can only stare As I await for the others Being told it is fair Where is my freedom? Why can't I move? This is not communism But I guess the eagles wings are binded when it comes to school.

How Lucky Am I? Never did I think to meet a girl who is like me. Childish in ways, but mature in many Sweet as froyo, and kind as the gentle wind who blows the tree's leaves. How lucky am I? To see such a beauty Skin as white as snow, but tans oh so very easily. Hair as fine as the fabrics of royalty. Eyes that shine like marvelous diamonds that stun me. How lucky am I? Well obviously I'm Lucky .