Still Learning.

I've learned that no matter how nice or how loving you are to people, people tend to accept it and then walk away it. They walk away with your compassion and your heart to only throw it away in the trash a little further down the street. If they can't have a good spirit, then why should you? Why can't you go around loving and being loved while they stay feeling guilty for the person they are?
Despite it all, I learned to be nice anyway.

Deaf.

They're singing songs you'll never know. And maybe that's a good thing. What does music mean without a meaning? When will you start listening to it? Not music, your desires. Yeah, maybe you are fine. Maybe..

The Day I Stood Awake

The worst will end with the moon,
And the rise of morning light.
To only begin again soon,
I fear I'm not alright.

Love is a beautiful feeling.

Love is tragically flawed.

The Love you have for someone can be so strong and so real. 

But how can you describe, how can you show someone that the love you have for them is so strong, so real.

Are words enough?

Is there anyway to prove Love?

If so, is there anyway to prove Love that hasn't already been done?

She sits on floor while her bed stays made

Her knees to her chest, one more minute she'll wait

It was all too much for any person to carry 

So she closed her eyes and opened to Harry.

Harry knew she was pure with a heart too young 

And when he told her to "fucking grow up," he knew that it stung 

He wasn't thinking, it's not his fault, he didn't know what that did 

Cause last night Harry changed watching a father beat his own kid.

With his wife dead and his heart unrecovered, two years yesterday,

The pain he felt the first day has still not gone away.

Its been repressed and ignored with a thousand lies

Until he looked at his son and saw her eyes.

Still sitting on the floor, with something new in her hand

She knows once it touches her skin, she ll be ruining God's plan 

She just wanted someone to prove her wrong, that people do care

But she finally found her answer through Harrys hurtful swear

So the young girl killed herself feeling unloved and alone

She could have been saved if people let their problems be their own.

impossible to accept love when you believe love will never accept you.

Cleansing

As I let the water cleanse through my hair, allowing the conditioner left in its strands to escape, liquid filled the caves of my ears. I tried to drain it more than once. Angle my head to the left. THUMP THUMP THUMP. Angle my head to the right. THUMP THUMP THUMP. Gone. After seven minutes of scrubbing the dirt that my body captures daily, I felt water drip out of my ears. Everything suddenly became louder, more clear. The difference was obvious, now, but before, how did I not notice what was missing? What was gone?

Where is the Girl I once was?
I miss nothing about her.
I miss Everything.
her sense of innocence and
her acceptance of loneliness.
She had nothing
but at least she knew what she had.
The now Me has everything
and I will never know
At least she knew.

FIRE

Theres a fire in me

I don't expect you to see

Think you know who I be 

You know only me of we

There's a thing I do

If you knew would hurt you

I thrive to pull through

As a fire grows too

I send out a plea 

I send to be free

I send you to see

What I do to me

If you were to see

What I hide from thee

What you see of me

Will no longer be

The fire will grow 

Till when, I yet know