Always-Crying-Inside

With centuries That come and go It seems our values Continually change Although something That is always cherished Is the beauty Of a kept promise Because no matter How seemingly Insignificant It may have appeared It will be known That the one who Kept true to words Spoken only to the other Is one who is able To look back upon A treacherous path And wish for it To one day Seemingly disappear Into a world That has shed It's corrupt skin And established A more stable Yet fulfilling Community And yet it May not be The most crucial Thing for people To commit to Every little promise Yet if everyone Learned to honor The wo

Humans are truly an interesting creature It's amazing to see how one can differ from the next Whether one has the patience for life Or wants everything to be taken on in a race To see how one will hear And another will listen With many flaws A human will still Strive for perfection And always work towards A better self Always working through The pain of today And setting goals for tomorrow For it is only natural To want more than What one was given And to be willing To work a lifetime For what you truly want

Not only am I lazy But I can't seem to truly care about anything I just can't get it though my head that there's more to life than just sitting around and watching life be so easily wasted I'm still having to relearn everything that I lost from the time I started falling into the darkness and the time I finally found the light at the end and beginning of the tunnel If I could remember myself before everything started to change I might find some of the answers I've been seeking I just don't know how to continue with a normal life when I can't seem to find a purpose in anything

If we all lived a life filled only with happiness and joy what would be worth living for Some people think that they can cure all of someone's misery If that were possible then life wouldn't be fair To only cure a single person and leave the rest to just wither away is anything but fair The world as it is is only fair for everyone has pain No matter who you are you'll always have pain So the world as it is is only completely and absolutely fair.

If I was a butterfly I think to myself I could fly away To my hearts desire See the world's unknown And finally be myself But then I remember It's impossible But no matter What form I appear as I will always Have these chains Holding me back

Our injured bodies lie on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood. The murderer quickly getting further away as every second passed. My sister and I were unable to do anything, for we still had the pain going through our bodies of him continuously stabbing us. We could do nothing but wait for our bodies to officially become corpses. I slowly move my head to face my sister. I watched the life drain from her eyes. I wondered how much time I had left, knowing I would soon die too. I couldn't help but wonder what my life would have been like if I had lived. I knew my time was almost here. I watched the campfire start to diminish once it started

I stared at the ceiling. My mind blank. I've been like this for the past few years. It started when my mother died. On her flight back from a business trip in England, the plane somehow ran out of fuel and fell into the ocean. My father since then, has been drinking. When he has alcohol, he gets angry. When he gets angry, he hits me. I still have some of the bruises. At school, I don't talk to anyone and they don't talk to me. The only friend I had was Cynthia. She moved away just before my mother died. I heard a door open. It must be my father. That means it should be about three in the morning now. I didn't want to go downstairs now. He wou

"In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lulluby. I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me. Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming can not cease for fear of the silent nights. Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming, the goddess of imaginary light"    I no longer know who to turn to. I've lost everything. But have gained nothing. I have nowhere to turn, in such sad times. What possibilities are left for someone like me?     "I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge, the nightmare I built my own world to escape" "let me stay where the wind will whisper to me, where the raindrops as they're falling