Reality Humanity will never be restored, An equal society can never be achieved. Cancers can't be cured, Science is not always pure. Friendships never last, Love and happiness is only an illusion. Fair judgement cannot be attained, The rich continues to remain. Education is not free, Freedom cannot be found. Racism, sexism, ageism will never be diminished, We are all nasty narcissists. The pure is told to be naïve, The wise is told to be a fool. The good hardly ever triumphs over evil, Creativity is only for the uncivil. Vengeance overrides forgiveness, Watch the world fill with selfishness. Forever is shorter than #life, Everything you know is a lie. Chances are never given more than twice, Don't count on being alive.

Farewell I stood in between the lanes where different sizes of vehicles drove pass me. I stared blankly ahead, completely aware of the danger I was placed into. But that was the reason I was there, at that spot. All the self-harm I did over the last few months left nothing, but angry marks, scars which, whenever I looked at, made my tears fall onto the solid, heartless ground, splattering them into tiny little droplets. They took away the pain temporarily, surely, however, it never lasted long enough. So here I was, to end all this shit for once and for all. I bit my black and blue lips while I watched the last car speed past me and stepped onto the path that has never been walked on, let alone stood still on. I closed my eyes and breathed in the last breathe I could take. Dust particles and a whiff of my faint perfume ran up my nostrils. I opened my eyes again, lifted the corner of my mouth just so slightly while facing the last face behind the windshield. Goodbye world, goodbye.

It Was The Reality Dark objects hovered around my body; their non-existent eyes piercing into my pupils, blocking out every possible streaks of light, sending the pinpricks of needles down my crooked spine. My hands searched for something to grip onto, but there was nothing but dead space for which we call air. The aching continued to cling onto my black and blue frame, making me feel like I was only layers of skin trying to stop the flames from escaping to burn the whole place down. When I was brought into this site I thought this was wonderland, but I was wrong. It was the reality.

Opposites The opposite of old; What a lot of people want. The opposite of happiness; Maybe it's getting stuck with a bunch of people on the bus. The opposite of wise; It could be thousands pairs of eyes. The opposite of quiet; Could be getting shot by a bullet. The opposite of adult; Where all people are carefree. The opposite of hello; Maybe it's a soul left hollow.

She Will Remember It's been two months since the incident, Since people have stopped tearing down her confident. Tears flooded for two continuous weeks, Leaving permanent streaks on her cheeks. All those words that's been said, Flows around in her head. The volume, the tone, you used, Left her sitting there, bruised, confused. She didn't quite know how to react, Her heart and her body, no longer intact. Just as she needed mental support, Her 'friends' left, leaving her distorted. She sat there, shocked, heartbeat determined to stop. Again, she buries her head under layers of skin, And gave herself an agonizing pinch. She wished, hoped, it was just a bad dream, But no, her head screamed, "It's happening."; A feeling so terrifying, frightening, Rose. It's been two months since the incident, Since people have stopped tearing down her confident. Those memories become a tormenting reminder, Forever, she will be remember.