This Is The Line Here is a line. Here is a line I drew myself so I may be in perfect balance in my world. I've drawn this line so I may separate my choices into Night and Day. And as I look either way I can most definitely say “This is where I've draw the line.” But if I were to step off to my left… I’d be gliding through the air without a care in the world. Freely able to inhale #life and tear myself away from reality so I don't have to feel. I’m able to go home and sleep all day without ever getting up except to eat or when a girl is over. I’d smoke all day and party all night and get a cheat on my girl every once in a while and move again because my parents think they know best. I’d fly, high in the sky, above the thoughtless brains of imbeciles who care about death and say Hell is hot and say one of these days I’m going to jail, I’d fly so very high to the point I can’t remember what happened yesterday or the week before that. I'd live as if love is just sex that lasts longer than a minute, like Death is my long awaited friend, and like Caring is just something the weak hearted do when they can’t rely on themselves to have peace…. This is my line. I’m standing on the thing that perfectly divides the left from the right side. And if I were to step off to my right… I would begin to freefall down an empty void of darkened space that's so cold. I would slowly, inch by inch, carry the world’s judgmental cries and hate and sarcasm and eyes that stare into your very soul just looking for something to criticize. I wouldn’t smile... I couldn’t smile. I could never let my guard down. If I were to, my world would be yanked from under my feet and I would fall deeper into space where all I could do is cry and cry and never feel someone’s warm touch again. I would come home from a day of being pushed around, people playing with my emotions, people thinking I should get with them for sex and drugs and parties. No one caring, no one wanting, people driven by selfish desires and teenage hormones even when they’ve grown old and raggedy. People raping, people beating, people bullying, people forcing others to do their bidding whether for profit or pleasure. I’d sit on my bed while my step-dad beats my mom again and I hear the screams of my little siblings so scared for their hurt mommy. I’d sit there while the careless world turns away because, really, who would ever care about me… I’d sit there with the gun in my hand, cocking it back, and look out the window. I'd think that with all the screaming going on, no one would hear it.... This is my line. This line I stand on divides the vast open space where my future is determined. This line has two sides. A left and a right side. I’ve decided to walk along this line To follow the spectators of this world. Never to choose, never to hurt, feel or cause. I will only sit and watch as the world dies and turns cold…#lifeless… And I will continue to tell the tales from its past With a warm touch from this dead poet.