I Miss The WayI miss the wayMy feet hurt,How the rocksWould bruise them,And the dirtCaused infectionInside cutsFrom the glassI miss the wayI felt blindAs the sun shoneSo beautifullyOff the waterI miss the wayMy tears driedAgainst my cheeksAfter runningHalf a mile home,Home to whereThe river ragedMore than my angerI miss the wayThe silence promisedThat someday the painWould have its endI miss the wayThe trees begged meTo stay a little longer,Their branches pullingWhilst I climbedUp the rocky hillI miss the wayI would slideIn the mudAfter a heavy rainAnd fall down,Laughing at painBecause it felt goodCompared to the reasonsI called this homeI miss the wayI called it home.
River HomeI want to run away -Down to the lake,And by the rocks -Lie against the pier,And watch the water -Pretend I'm home,By the old river whereI spent more timeThan in that house,Home where onceI had wished thatMy ashes would beWhen I ended my life,Because heaven was lessOf an image of homeCompared to the riverWhere I spent my timeThe river where I usedTo run away to,Rather than going backTo the houseWhere I could do nothingBut wishThat it would all just end
Where Love Once WasThere is no loveBetween the twoWho are meantTo set the example,And there is no kindnessBetween she and IWhilst I begWithin my thoughtsFor him to comeAnd be my silent savior,Yet even he isn't oneTo end this,He seems to be the oneWho starts it,And here am IIn the midstOf where love once wasWas it ever there?Is it there, but hidden?Even both those questionsFeel like liesOn the tip of my tongue,Because the only one hidingIs I in the midstOf where love once wasIf it ever was
Redefine EmotionWould it be too obviousIf I were to curl up in the corner,And hide my red faceWhilst tears refuseTo be cried?Or is it already obviousBecause of the smilesI wore just hours ago?Do people know,And just reply with silence?Or are people this oblivious,And ignore this?Is is too obviousWhen the talkativeIs hushed?Is it too obviousWhen the happinessDrains?Is it obvious at allThat somethingIs fuckingWrong?Or is humanity not meantTo possess enough sympathyTo wonder about my beingSince I'm just as human as theyDo you want me to screamAn apology across the roomAnd claim I'm only moody,When my brainIs going haywire?What do you wantWhen my depressed headIs telling me to smileIn the glee of life?How am I supposed to actWhen I'm depressed and elatedAll at once,
Lost BehindI need your shadow.I'm lost in darkness -Forgotten by the light, Hidden as always.
IndependenceMy glaring light,Oh, where'd go?I'm walking this path alone -Where the raindropsAre independence held tightOr are they the tearsSplashing the ground,Deceiving my thoughtsTo see sunshowers falling,Stealing my independenceIs this even myself,Or the missed lesson of life -You've left me to me,And so here I be - aloneTo be me and my independenceGoodbye my light, hello darkIf this is the beginning,If it mine - I acceptFor this is the world of truth,Expelled from this independent
7. Justice InsanityJustice InsanityI'm Not Insane"Is This Life?"Everyday, it's the same old thing -Parents call to make sure I'm okayTo know that I'm not in the asylumNever do they plan to see me at allThey want to avoid the sonThey're too afraid to admit they thinkHas problems that mean I'm insane~Is this how life is?Families wishing to stay separated,Afraid that they are disease to each other -That their sight amongst othersMay cause a ripple tide of insanityTo boil through us allIs this how life is supposed to be?Fear that their definition of normal,Doesn't actually exist?There is no normal,There is no cure!Shocking the truth out of our bodies,Digging ice picks through our brainIn hopes we'll fall under their spellOf the illusion that is humanity?And what is humanity,But these beings that call themselvesHumans who do what's good in life?In what life is making new peopleBy such horrid meansCalled "doing the right thing"?Is this how life is supposed t
To Those Who Say,To those who sayThat poetryIs a temporary thingFor teensTo express their feelings,Thank you -I'll be sure to rememberHow youngI must truly be whenI'm lyingOn my death bed fromOld age,Writing my very lastMasterpiece.