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I used to look down a lot My head full of melancholic thoughts And myself so weighed down I could not stand up. In fact I was falling, deeper and deeper into a depression
You'd never guess how far you'd go To gain a freedom you've never known. All it takes is that right preson, the right way To help you get through another day. Don't let them tell you that there's no truth
How extraordinary is a flame. Born from nothing, it is a million vibrant reds, purples, and blues glowing with gold. It is fuelled by desire, and burns with a passion to create, grow and live.
Fallen down, broken in the streets Hopeless eyes filled with pain searching for something to eat The broken, the abandoned and the abused
It all started one day she got threatened, got made to do something she didn’t want to do thought it would get better, but no, it stayed the same
Transfixed by my own gaze, I see not who I am, but what I have become. unhappy with this site, I caring on in a daze What I see makes me feel dumb. I am concerned with where my mind has gone
You're so sad, your tears illuminate a dreariness that words can't describe, you're so angry, the wrath of your fury is something you can't hide.
If being more than means doing more then I guess I am less than I am young to this field This field of sweat and being stepped on I am a new born to this struggle Not a struggle between you and I
I write for the delinquents who repent. But they hard wired for barbed wire. Those weakened by the cement. That turns their hearts ire into gunfire. For the man who has not but cannot Stumble or falter.
Light is like a spot in the night, It is a tiny tiny twinkle in twilight, How small it can be in some places, It could be the white on my laces or hiding in some places,
I am only a man, and just barely one at that. I have off days, not days, shot days, and days I just don’t know what to do with. Im forced to make decisions, sometimes I don’t make the right one, or the best one.