At the end of the day before you go to bed at night
Baby, remember you never deserved this life
And when you’re dreaming in that peaceful place where all nightmares wash away
Baby, remember that’s on less bad day
And when the morning comes and you wake up to suffer again
Baby, remember the life you wish for will one day begin
And just when you get that thought of ending it all and giving up
Baby, remember this won’t last forever because you’re meant to grow up
And when you start to believe you’re in this alone
Baby, remember things have to get better on their own
And baby when you think you deserved it all
And those bad days never end
And when you think wishes don’t come true
And that giving up is the only thing to do
Baby just remember what I say is true
And in the end if you remember or forget, either way
Baby I will always love you
The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain-
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
Child, what the hell do you think you are doing with your life?!?
And her body screams for the agony to end.
Over and over she is terrorized by the demons of the beauty world.
They rant and pound into her and hard-wire herself to believe she is just not good enough.
The girl is a murderer.
Everyday she wakes up and slathers her face with cover-up.
Flawless, perfection=beauty.
Then her blood-shot eyes are gobbed with mascara.
A pinch of rose on the cheeks. And don't forget to colour in those lips.
A perfect little pout.
Holding back the truth.
The girl is just wanting this to all to come to an end.
Her heart is all bottled up and tainted with a disease.
Its sick and tired.
Literally sick, running to the bathroom.
With closed doors she lets it all out.
Shoving her finger down her throat.
And sometimes nothing will even come out.
Her body is agonized she will try to feed it with just the media.
And when she steps back on that scale, her eyes well up.
They cloud over.
Its about to pour rain.
None of her best efforts will ever be good enough.
So she stares back into that glass.
With her eyes set to kill.
Who created her?
What will she do, just to get the approval and attention of her peers?
When will the day come when she can accept herself as she is?
Where did all those beautiful happy smiles disappear to?
Why was she born like "this" ?
And there will never be an answer.
Just those brown eyes.
Staring back.
Till they realize they are their own creator.
They decide who, what, when, where, and why, and how they live their life.
And really those eyes set to kill are only filled with sorrow and self-pity.
"I can give or take elephants;
I never can find the cheetah-
but the zebras captivate me.
They'd be one of the few things
that would fit if we were lucky
enough to live in a world that's
black and white."
"For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it's not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble produce thorns that are good for nothing? It's not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers?... Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, even without realizing what he's doing - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself, 'My flower's up there somewhere...' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn't important?'"
What leads us to be a terrible person? To do terrible things? To lie? To ditch a friend? To stab a person in the back? To walk away? To not listen? What makes us do evil things in the world? To rob a bank? To murder a person? To break the law?
Well think it over. The reality is that there is no reason, it's just the choice. Between good or bad. The moment you got a chance to make your life better or worse by doing the right or wrong thing. Now don't get fooled, still remember in the end how your life rolls out is uncontrollable. This choice only lasts momentarily, and because it's so short it gets over looked. The problem is not many bad people actually remember the moment when they came across that choice. They never did stop and think before they lied, or decided to ignore a friend. They never second thought before breaking into the bank, or stabbing an innocent person. They don't, no one does. So that's just life. Nothing you can do about it. Now someone should tell me why you feel so guilty when you do something bad? Why we get mad at the bad people. Of course it's because they made the wrong choice, but can't choosing to be a bad person be just a mistake? People make mistakes all the time. I think it would be fair enough to say it's just a mistake. Well, I guess that’s not how life works, life is a weird thing is what it comes down to. A confusing, unreasonable, unfair, puzzling, unknown thing.
Ok this is a random song I wrote, I don't think it's very good. It's the first song I ever wrote, and I don't think I'm a song writer but I thought I would give it a shot.
And it’s another bad day
What can I say?
To turn it the other way
You have me sitting here
With you nowhere near
I'm so lonely
You have to believe me
I’m so sorry
You just have to see.
Because if I go any longer
Then it will all just be---
Another bad day
What can I say?
To turn it the other way
I miss your laugh
You’ve ran away with my other half
I'm still sitting here thinking
It’s another bad day
What can I say?
To turn it the other way
Now darling please,
I’m down on my knees
Come back to me
So you can fix my bad days
Tell me what to say
Make my life go
Back the right way,
The right way.
Finally got my poem posted in the Atricles, go check it out. It's called Say When under June. 25th 2009
A mirror never reflects you
For it can never see through
Your smile when you want to die
Mirrors are nothing but a lie.
Your looks are all it can abstain
It can’t see your heart, can’t see your pain.
Mirrors can’t reflect a broken heart,
You look whole when you’re torn apart.
When your heart has walked a hundred miles
It’s hidden by a hundred smiles
The mirror shows color when your life is gray,
When you’re soul has gone so far away.
Your world is crumbling before your eyes
But the mirror will never realize.
Even though your life is dramatically changing
The mirror does no rearranging.
Then you’re life takes a toll
The mirror is now in control
You’re not the person, but the reflection
You’re gone-not here-there’s no detection
So when your life crumbles before your eyes
Remembering your turning into a mirror of lies.
and if home is really where the heart is,
then we're the smartest kids I know;
because wherever we are in this great big world,
we'll never be more than a few hours from home.
-Zoo on Sunday
-Swimming Monday
-Lumby Day's in a week
-Last week of school
-Summer
If I said I love you,
Would you say you love me too?
Or would you tear my heart right out
Like something you've never cared about?
So tear my heart out and let it bleed, let it burn.
I oh so deeply want it to be your god damned fucking turn.
So you say you've been right here, right where I am, before?
I guess it's my turn to be the one in pain, the one to be so sore.
There are days where I don't want you to be the only one to cry,
You always make sure this love we have will never ever die.
Sometimes I think that this blissful dream will never ever last,
Because of some of the things I know from your sad and dreadful past.
Some days I feel I'm on top of the world and nothing can make me fall,
I love everything you say, every compliment, I love it all.
These are the days I cling onto until that wonderful day comes,
That day I see you smiling in this not-so-hot Albertan sun.
I cannot wait 'til you get here, and though you know my fears,
I will greet you with a smile and a happy little tear.
I love you, I love you, I love you, is all that I can never say,
Please let me never let you go again, oh so far away.
I want this to get better, please believe me, I do,
There's nothing in the world better than someone just like you.
So if I told you I love you more than the universe itself,
I hope you'll be the one to love my over-dramatic self.
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"Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it."
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