WORDS

Words are just things we say, their meaning is what others decide them to mean. Their meaning on what they decide it to mean reveals their true inner self within them. It reveals their most sharpest pains. Which they cannot speak of themselves therefore they take others words to translate what they really feel, who they really are in the inside.

Things you wish you could say...

Don't give up.
Don't throw your life away.
Don't do drugs.
Don't hurt the ones you love the most.
Don't be someone you aren't.
Don't judge me or my friends before you even get to know us.
Don't talk about others behind their backs.
Don't put others down to make you feel good.
Don't drink and drive.
Don't blame others for your mistakes.
Don't lie.
Don't hold back the tears.
Don't hold back your feelings.
Don't bottle up the pain.
Don't be prejudice.
Don't fight.
Don't be afraid to try new things.
Don't hate.
Don't back down when trying to reach your dreams.
Don't kill.
Don't stop dreaming.
Don't lose faith.
Don't steal.
Don't discriminate.
Don't do things without thinking about them.
Don't let others bring you down.
Don't stop.

SOMEDAY....

Someday I will understand why the world is so cruel.
Someday I will understand why people say mean things to hurt others feelings.
Someday I will learn why people try to hurt others.
Someday I will make someone proud.
Someday I will be an inspiration to others.
Someday I shall move.
Someday I will think back to all the happiness in my life.
Someday I will think back to all the problems I faced and how I kept strong and moved on.
Someday I will understand why some people do stupid things to impress.
Someday...

Emotions

Anger
Dark, Gloomy
Depressing, Sulky, Melancholy
Cheerful, Joyful, Light hearted, Fortunate
Excuse, Remit, Forgiveness
Trust

I DON'T UNDERSTAND...

I don't understand
why some people never think what their actions will do to others.
why people fight over pointless things.
why people judge you before they even get to know you.

Buts most of all
why we keep destroying our earth when we can do something.
why we have to lose friends.
why we have to suffer sometimes.
why people try to be someone they aren't.

What I do understand
who I am.
why it rains.
why I love my family and friends.
why we must learn from our mistakes in order to grow.

Rush

Into your head it goes...inside your mind. Out of your soul. It races through your veins. You can't escape. Into your life, into your dreams. Out of the dark into the sunlight again. You can't explain can you feel it? Rushing through your head. Don't let anyone tell you your life is over. be every color and everything you want to be no matter what. You don't have to know how you just have to try. Pulling you in, spinning you around, lifting your feet right off the ground. You can't believe its happening now. it takes you to another place. Imagine everything you can all the colors start to blend...your system seems to overload again...Don't ever let anybody tell you your life is over cause it's not...just be everything you wanna be. Be yourself and not someone you are not...just be every color you want to be.

Sober like

I don't know this could break me apart or could save me. Nothing seems to be real until you have let go of it completely. So here I go with all my thoughts and feelings that I have been saving inside me. Here I go with all of my fears weighing on me like a huge weight on my shoulders. 6 months and I'm still sober...I picked out all my weeds but kept my flowers but I know its never really over cause t comes back...and I don't know I could crash and burn but maybe at the ed of this road I might I just might catch a glimpse of the old me I used to be....and so I won't worry about my timing I want to get it right and no comparing nor second guessing no not this time. Six months and 'm still breathing and its has been a long road where I left those tears in my hand but I know it isn't really over what you try to forget. Six months and I'm still standing here Six months and I'm getting better, six months and I still hear. Six months and its still hard to forget...six months since I have been living without you. Six months and I'm still breathing and still remembering and I'm still awake. Six months and I'm still sober. I picked all my weeds but I kept all the flowers that remind me of my happiness.