in the face of adversity
in the heat of battle
in other's time of need
when in trouble
when nothing makes sense
UntitledMy words are so cringe-inducing
rarely do I write well
my rhymes are all the same
so for a while I stopped saying them
my vision got real blurry
I couldn't see the path
tripping while I walk
I guess I still can't
I'm bad at moving on
I can never get with it
so when I like something
I seem to get addicted
it's because I'm all alone
I feel like no one gets me
I think she kinda did
but then again she isn't with me
UntitledI wanna run away, not from home
but to it, cause my mind's doing wrong
I mean the thing's stuck on stupid
my mind's in the gutter
like I was lobotomized
by a living a dumpster
I try to be crytic
but life's an open book
try to be happy
harder than it looks
is this a rush to the grave
cause I miss the days as a lonely ass kid
cause what's happening now
is worse than that shit
Damn right, like a dog's right behind me
tuck my head between my legs
kiss my own ass goodbye, but
enough with the buns
although I've got one more
I'll save it for the phone
that's what prank call's for
I don't really want money
just wanna live
use my art as a vessel
try and hit it big
don't wanna fuckin mansion
just wanna fall in love
my heart's in the right place
unless it's wrong..
UntitledI don't wanna be here
I guess that's kinda stupid
trying find a purpose
can it really lie in music
my head is a mess
and I ain't talking bout my haircut
I got some dark shit on my mind
like my cranium was blacktar
ex still on my mind
I don't think I'm fine
writing all these tragedies
based on my life
I guess this is reality
so what the fuck is happiness
except not a dream
VMy mood changes like the seasons
I'm always falling....ugh
my mind is kinda stuck
when you can't seem to b------------
my face is always on neutral -_-
cause I just don't give a fuck
yeah, depression is a thing
I've just gotten used to it
that's why I wanna make moves
and get into this music shit
I wanna be the best, that no one ever was
but my head is in a vice, like I crossed pathes with the mob
IVWhere'd it all go
the castle on the mountains peak
the luminescent t.v. screen
the plastic bag parachutes
the dining room with no A.C. unit
Sorry, I'm just be emo
I do that as a hobby
why not make it a living
cause finding peace is behind me
it's really only on me
I won't blame another person
not to say they didn't play a part in my hurting
What happened to fried potatos
the little onions
the white chocolate hershey
and a small bag of funions
where's the kid with innocence
envisioning some ridiculous
stories of delicious fish, a green badger
with a pack of mints
my minds been on money, pain, dreams, and nightmares
why the hell is it a girl that's the cause of my tears
IIIIf words can move mountains why don't they
if you're over her, why you still cringe when she's near
and you feel all surprised, someone blow in your ear?
Nope, you're caring too much
and you don't seem to hear
IIStill stuck on Spring, cause my spring's sprung
people still asking what went wrong
I think I obsess too much on
the one who wouldn't put a dress (in joke)
sorry for the broken hearted rhymes
I was going through broken record times
I'm still not better, but at least I won't lie
I've had bad thoughts, sometimes I wanna die
cause nothing's written in stone
that's why people get high
anxiety, a hierarchy of alone
varying degrees of a sickness
from a sick kid who stays at home
ISorry for the broken words
I'm like a bird, I flew the coop
my words of "endless sorrow"
made my niggas think I was looping
but I guess I really was
didn't want to admit
didn't see the fault
in my own stupid shit
A smidgen of smitenIt's really been a while
stuff building up inside
2011I was quiet
last year I felt like dying
I know it's kinda stupid
I think I think too much
it's the same with caring
when I shouldn't give a fuck
cause love was never here
so it's time to move along
I'm super sick of juggling
what went right and wrong
How To Fit InHow to Fit In
Let’s start off with your appearance.
Because you need a disguise to hide
Inside of a crowd.
Strip yourself of all of the clothing you use to express yourself.
So you can get lost,
And never be found.
Fix your hair,
Cake on some make up
Because in a crowd.
Looks will always speak louder than words.
People don’t want to hear what you have to say,
They just want to see a pretty face.
Fix your eyes that are too big.
You have too many ideas.
They rage around inside your head,
Like birds trying to escape a cage.
But never write those ideas down on a page.
Is a sin.
When you’re trying to fit in.
Just let them fly away.
Never to be seen again.
Now that you’re vapid,
Dull as a rock.
Not an original thought to be seen.
Yes, you’ve achieved
But was it actually worth it?
Trading in everything that makes you so spectacular.
To fit in with the rest of the main stream crowd.
Stop trying to
That's So Gay"That's so gay,"
Is what you say,
You've pushed one
Of your friends away.
"Oh no, honey,
Boys don't play
With Barbie dolls."
By enforcing gender roles,
You are killing
And telling them
That you'll love them no matter what*
Don't push your loved ones
With things you do or say,
Because words hurt;
But they hurt most
From the mouths of
The people that told you,
They'd always love you.
Saying, "that's so gay",
Or making them behave
In a gendered way,
Is telling them
That it's not okay
To be something
They can't help.
(And even if they could,
And it will hurt them
And every time you're together,
They'll be wondering;
"Am I wrong?"
"Do I really belong?"
Every time you say something like,
"That's so gay",
You burn someone's trust away.
And you can't build anything back
A Letter To The Girl Who Hates Her BodyA letter to the girl who hates her body.
A letter to that girl
Who scrolls through tumblr.
Admiring all of those models.
With thigh gaps that look cute with skirts.
And a waist that you can barely see.
A letter to the girl
Who looks at models,
For their curves.
The way their hips go outwards
And their size D cup breasts.
Please don't look in the mirror,
And hate the girl you see.
That girl is you
And she should be loved unconditionally.
Because you deserve love.
And how much love is not determined on your waist size,
Whether you're chubby or skinny
You're still so very pretty.
You're so perfect.
So for every time you look in that mirror.
And tell yourself you aren't worth it.
That you're arms are too big,
Your hips aren't big enough.
I am a woman.
I am strong.
I have a body like a castle.
A kingdom made just for me.
And I will not destroy that castle,
By trying to starve myself.
By taking brick by brick and dismantling it
Only your body.
To what matters
Only to what has value to him.
Your marvelous self
Dreaming Keeps the Dreamer SaneTo the dreamer.
The one who sits and stares into corners of the class room.
Dreaming of some place better.
Whether that place is real or not.
It is just anywhere other than here.
We paint over the whites of the walls.
Our minds are the paint and our eyes are the brushes.
Turning ordinary objects into castles that stand 30 feet tall.
And people into characters for our plays,
That fill our imaginative brains.
We tune out the lectures out of boredom or from wanting to escape.
We turn the blank of our note book's page
Into a mess of jumbled words of a song.
That we once heard as a conversation in a coffee shop,
It sounded like a soft tune then, just filling the silence
With soft mumbles and whispers,
Of a stranger's life that we heard bits and pieces of.
We create symphonies out of the rain
As the thunder rolls in the distance.
We turn the noise into music in our brains.
Something to distract us from the pain,
Because in the end,
Dreaming keeps the dreamer sane.
A midnight confessionWhen sadness
I only wished
to put a stamp
and send it away
(the result always
return to sender)
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
her beautiful words
and telling her to
keep it down,
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
You Can't Compare PainAny pain is valid.
Some pain might be stronger than others,
And might be there for more tragic reasons.
But don't tell someone to be tougher.
Because someone else has it rougher than them.
The person you're saying that to
While the stuff they're going through
Might not be as bad as stuff others are.
It is still pain.
And pain hurts no matter what type of rain
Whether a drizzle or a downpour.
You're still going to feel the ice cold water pellets
On your skin.
I've heard someone say,
That you can't be depressed because you have a roof over you head.
And while I am very, very sorry that some can't say the same.
You should be ashamed
For saying such a thing.
Pain is not something that can be ranked,
It is not something you can compare.
We all still feel depression and despair.
Because we're all humans with emotions
Everyone gets sad.
So don't go and make someone feel bad
For feeling a certain way.