We all are judged by the way we look or dress because we don't copy the rest ...
But death don't discriminate us by the way we look or dress
So stand out say fuck the rest because its whats on the inside that counts
Don't let haters get you down
weakThey look at me and see,
see a "scared" "weak" little girl.
Well, Guess what?
Keep Pushing me.
This little "scared" ''weak'' little girl,
will become your worst nightmare.
I wont be this "scared" "Weak" little girl.
I'm NOT one to fight.
Really! I'm not.
BUT keep pushing.
I want you too.
Push me just ONE more time.
DarknessI Open My Eyes,
All I See Is Darkness.
Not That I Expected Something Else,
The Light Is Already Out In My Eyes,
All I See Is Darkness.
Not That I Care.
It's Better This Way,
No More Crying,
No More Hiding,
No More Hope For A Miracle,
No More Hoping That Someone Will Care,
No More Praying To Be Saved.
Yes,I Like The Darkness.
And I Close My Eyes Again
Withered RoseDew-drops glimmer,
off blood-red roses,
As their petals die,
and our hope,
They slowly droop,
heads bowed in shame,
As the colour seeps out,
Their stalks they fold,
the thorns grow weak,
they day is grey,
The sky above,
is full of hate,
roiling and angry,
the storms don't
Our love is now,
a dying flame,
As we wither,
worst of both worldsShe was dark, he was light
he was day, she was night
he was sun, she was moon
their love hadn't began yet it was already doomed
she threw flames, power in fire
he threw ice, but burned with desire
he couldn't see and she couldn't say
all they could do was hope and pray
her eyes burned, rejected the light
his eyes blinded by the darkest full-moon bite
he was tame, she was wild
they were both no older than a child
he had blood as warm as the sun
she had blood cold, so he's out gunned
he tries to hide what she is
she tries to pretend that she's none of this
doomed forever she finally caves
they part, their love never saved...
Keep breathingHappiness isn't something to lose, it's something to fight for.
Crying, doesn't make you weak.
Your emotions matter.
Every milisecond of your pain is worth something. It's DOING something.
Making mistakes is natural, everyone does it.
The trick is that everytime you fall.
You have to stand taller.
So don't give up. Keep breathing.
No RemedyPopping pills
Won't make the
Wrists and arms
Won't make you
Getting in bed
Make you hollow.
Drinking your weight
Won't make you
Forget the pain.
Don't you think
For one second
Will be of any help.
Hate killsWhy can't people understand
How wrong hate is?
Why can't we all
Just get along
And work together
So we can make the world
A better place to live?
The CliffMy friend is hanging
Off the edge of a cliff
I don't know how she got there
She won't tell me
I ask her "What happened?"
She replies with "It's no big deal."
I may never know how it happened
But I know I need to help
I run to her
She says "I'm fine."
"I don't need help."
But I know they're all lies
She tries to be brave
She tries to be strong
She tries to ignore it
She tries to hang on
But I know she can't
For much longer
And I'm scared
And I feel guilty
She says it's not my fault
So why do I feel like it is?
I try to be brave
I try to be strong
Try to help her ignore it
Try to help her hang on
But what good does it do?
I'm always useless in the end
I reach my hand out to her
I smile and say,
I wait for her to take it
But she never does
She keeps hanging on
And I keep waiting for her to grab my hand
The tears keep falling down my face
But no matter how much I cry
How much I beg
Maybe This Is My Last GoodbyeI just have something to say and that is that I can not but
I have tried to get ahead for myself
But I can not
Every time I feel most miserable
Whenever I feel like not worth it to go ahead
I've tried everything
But they just look at me as a useless, stupid good for nothing like a monster
So to go ahead if, just they tell me my faults in the face
They say I have to open my wings and fly towards my destination where I belong
I try to fly, but my wings are broken
And without wings I can not fly to my destination, and if I not go to my destination I have nothing
And if I have nothing to go ahead
Maybe my destiny is in heaven, where there is no evil, sadness or mental illness
The power of love....The morning had been a very cold and depressing one for Angi. Her mind was full of nothing but negative thoughts. As much as she tried to push them away, she couldn't and felt her heart drop at the bottom of her hallow chest, and ache of pain as if there were nothing left there. Like an abondoned alley. Cold, empty, and hurting. She sighed and just walked outside into the backyard. The sky was black cold and wind twisted threw the air as mother nature was feeling her very worst. Rain poured hard across the the now very damp ground. It felt as though the the heavens were crying out all the pain that existed in the world. Angi just stood in the backyard feeling water sqeezed inbetween her toes. Angi didn't care though and just looked down with her eyes shut and mumbled to herself, "At least the weather and I have something in common..." Angi stood there for 20 minutes, her entire body now literally soaked, and she was feezing and shivering deadly. She threw her arms around herself, but d
The angels are cryingQuiet now,
The angel's are crying.
See their tears fall from heaven.
Can you hear their thundering,
They turn the sky grey,
Sending the sun away.
They drown the earth with their tears,
They want everyone to hear their fears.
Cause with every burst of lightening,
An angel's heart is breaking.
My heart is still beating.Memories that dance inside my head,
Spinning and twirling with their partners,
Of all my dead friends.
They sing me sweet lullabies,
Before I fall asleep,
Of you before you said goodbye.
They send me moments of breathing in the fresh air,
Feeling the breeze through my hair.
Of warm sun on my skin,
And beautiful sunsets,
At the day's end.
They send pangs of anxiety,
Taking me deep into my past,
Reminding me that the warm, happy, sunny days,
Never really last.
They send me hope,
Telling me of all the times I've survived,
Even when I had been dead inside,
There was a spark that was revived.
And kept me alive.
My favorite memories,
Are of perfect, happy, bliss,
When everything is okay.
And I would blow a kiss,
At the sun saying goodbye at the end of the day.
Because I am just happy to be breathing
Even if that means sometimes falling and bleeding,
Because it means,
My heart is still beating.
Anti-Suicide LetterI'm going to keep on living because despite the chaos in the world, there is love and hope in the world. There is love and hope in myself. I've discovered my gifts, my special talents and I will use them to change the world for the better. My family has instilled in me lessons that are highly valuable and should not be wasted in Death. I could be living in the very dark times of the past but I'm here. I could be homeless and robbed of my senses but I'm not. I could have a careless family but I don't. The Divine has given me the gift of life and choice and I will respect, honor, and cherish those gifts.
Rest In PowerThere is a girl
That won't be able to grow up now.
Just because closed minded people,
Refused to use the right pronouns.
There is a boy
That won't be able to get married.
Or have a chance to change the world.
Because his mother abused him with her words.
I don't understand why people can't just see
Someone who looks or thinks differently.
And see something beautiful, something unique.
Instead they live in fear of the monster
That is diversity.
I am speaking to you, parents.
Of all the people us kids look up to.
It is you.
We look to you for guidance,
We look to you for reassurance
And we look to you for love.
If you can't accept the possibility
That your kid might turn out differently
Than you or other people's children.
Then don't have kids.
Because honestly to be a parent
You need love.
And that is something you obviously
Broken RecordInsanity is doing something with a lack of reason
A deranged state of mind; everything's an illusion
Doing it over again, expecting a different end
Almost like a broken record that you're trying to mend
You set the needle back, hoping for a tune
But only vast, empty silence fills the room
They say the broken record would never be fixed
But still the insanity continues, leaving you transfixed
A different result you expect, from setting the needle back again
But never did it hit you that the attempt was vain
Endless trying, never succeeding
Perhaps it was just the insanity speaking...
I Don't Think It's AsexualityI don't think you're asexual.
Don't hate me for this, for trying to assume,
that I know what goes on upstairs,
in your messy mental rooms.
I just notice how you talk to me about
the molestation and abuse,
and how you slap yourself with a label
that society has coined for you.
Would It be wrong to say that I think you need help,
that maybe you're not disgusted with sex,
maybe you're not just asexual?
Perhaps it's fear that's keeping
you from smiling,
and society that's telling you
to cling to asexuality.
I'm sorry for this, but I think you need help,
rather then always
quickly self-diagnosing yourself.
No, you've got It wrong, I’m not saying
that you can't be asexual.
I'm just thinking that the abuse
wasn't the cause of your dislike for things sexual.
As your friend, I just want to help how I can,
so I thank you for giving me the chance,
for just letting me in.
Whether you're asex
Dear PersonDear Person,
Whenever you're sad,
Don't be alone.
Don't call yourself
When you're sad.
Don't wish that
You didn't have friends.
Don't bottle up
Don't cry alone.
Don't outcast yourself.
The little things do matter.
We're all flaws.
Don't hurt yourself.
We're all mistakes.
Don't judge yourself.
It's okay to hate yourself
To get better.
I love you.
Please read this
When you're sad.
Something moreThere must be something more
More than what we see ouside
Behind the horizon
More than meets the eye
A flash of light
A small growing sound
Waiting for us to pass it on
Waiting to be found
You've got to keep on
Live like there's no tomorrow
Always stay strong
Everyone deals with sorrow
It is in those things
Things that make you ponder
Those things do not kill you
Those things make you stronger
Never stop and ask why
You've got to laugh, got to cry
Life wouldn't be worth living
If you never got to die
I Wish I Could Tell YouMark, I wish I could tell you
Everything you've done for me.
I wish that I could take the time
In order that you might see
Everything you've done
To free me from this Hell,
From the unyielding torrent
Within depression's ugly cell.
I wish that I could show you
The faded scars on my arm
So you could see just how long it's been
Since I've caused myself harm.
I wish that I could tell you
How much you make me smile,
How your goofy and charming demeanor
Makes me want to stay a little while.
I wish that I could tell you
That you are my best friend
And I'll support everything you do
Until the very end.
Mark, you are my hero,
The world's brightest shining star.
I wish that I could tell you
How wonderful you are.