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I still can't sleep at night. Did you know that? I bet you did. I can't forget what you said. Words, spinning endlessly, spiraling through my empty mind, have brought every sleep-labored breath to a close. All I wanted was to forget you, to forget your rough, emotional blows and softly spoken insults, and above all, to forget your angry words, spat from the fortress of selectively permeable, pristine diamond barriers. Can't you see they don't shine? You sit there in safety tearing me down where I stand in my hand-built ivory tower, an attempt to lock myself away. I guess it wasn't strong. I guess it wasn't good enough. I guess it couldn't kee

I don’t like people. It’s not that I’m a misanthropist. In fact, I’m nothing of the sort. But I would much rather be alone than be around people, even if they’re people I know. I’ve seen things that people do. I was there when the planes hit the World Trade Center. I watched the towers collapse in on themselves. I saw the people running in terror. I know what people are capable of. And it terrifies me. I would much rather be lonely than hurt by someone I trusted or someone I thought I knew. Some people don’t mean to act the way they do. They think that they are doing the right thing. Maybe they belie

America, America Land of the free Why do you hang your head? Why do you bend your knee? America, America Land of the brave Where has your courage gone? Why are you so afraid? Sweet, sweet America You used to be So unshakably brave Undeniably free Your people now cower Bravery is dead You let Lady Liberty Hang low her head But it wasn’t that way Not so long ago The people did prosper The country did grow Remember the days So long, long ago When you rebelled for your freedom British rule you did throw Remember the days When you went off to war Hatred tore you apart But pain bound you once more Remember the days When you all stood a

Stand. Above all else, Stand. Even when the world Threatens to push You to your knees, Flatten you down Against the pavement Beyond all hope Of getting up – Stand.

I know that you feel broken I know that you feel down But when you dwell on past mistakes By your own ropes you are bound So stand up, fallen soldier Don't you dare give up the fight The dark night may be black as pitch But in the distance, there is light.

Remember the time you first skinned your knee? You sat there and cried, just watched yourself bleed. You called for your mother, knew she would come. Her kind hands and smiles made the pain numb. Remember the time you came home from school? You never knew “friends” could be quite so cruel. You tried to be strong but your mom saw through. She knew what to do; she told you the truth. Remember the time you finally left home? Never thought the day would actually come. That night in the dorm you felt all alone. Wanted your mom but you were on your own. Life isn’t better the quicker it goes. Cherish your life and don’t dw

Just one foot in front of the other, Your mind whispers to itself. The waves lap at your feet— Cold, freezing, discouraging. You falter for a moment, The sudden movement creating ripples That move away from your bare ankles In circular patterns, light dancing all around. And yet you continue forward. It does not matter. It does not matter. The water reaches your chin now. Should you turn back? COULD you turn back? It rises and falls unevenly against your lips. You inhale a shuddering breath As the cool water continues to grow Higher and higher with each step. It laps uncomfortably into your ears And you shake your head To be rid of the

I hate everything you’ve done to me The way you’ve twisted my mind Through all the things you’ve said to me I can’t leave anything behind. I hate the way you talk to me Like I don’t matter at all I hate how you turned your back on me You don’t catch me when I fall. I hate the way you laugh at me Like I’m just a stupid fool Your mockery is changing me My mind is bitter and cruel. I hate the way you look at me Like I’m nothing in your sight I try to bring out the best in me But I can’t do anything right. I hate the way you act toward me At the end of one of our fights You don’t rea

Down on the corner of old Main Street Blowing a glassware masterpiece Sits the Father, just an old man Innumberable people passing by Giving not a bat of an eye But the Father, doesn't mind them Walking along is an ignorant fool He picks up the piece for a minute or two And the Father, smiles at him Says "That is the favorite of all I've done You can hold it but be careful, son." And the Father, looks on kindly But an accident, just a simple mistake The glass falls to the ground and the whole thing breaks. While the Father, watches sadly A single tear falls down his cheek But from the stupid fool no apology And the Father, reaches toward it.

Someone stole the color red Watched its slow, steady descent It dripped down her arm as she bled. Someone stole the color red Colored her arm with a blade instead “It’s all too much,” her blue eyes said. Someone stole the color red Let the crimson slowly spread Too much pain running through her head. Someone stole the color red One thousand words all left unsaid But this time she’s in heels over head. Someone stole the color red Put cold, hard steel against her head Pulled the trigger and hit the bed. Someone stole the color red No one told her to be careful where she tread. And now she’s gone and dead.