Growing older:


you are young the world is yours, and no one else's

why worry about the future; it is there nonthreatening

life is like walking at your own pace easy and comfortable

Then suddenly the time is running out you must hurry

you push yourself, harder and harder sprinting forward

the tears are coming you don't think you can keep going

....then you stumble,careening forward

on the ground, panting hard you realize you don't know where you are,
or who for that matter

you reach up to feel the aged,soft,and wrinkled skin time has traded you for your youth


..time flies by weather you are ready or not

for you<3

"...He's so annoying. I mean can't he just leave me alone. As if i would ever be his friend, he thinks he's so perfect.Like he's never done anything wrong..."

Arms open to us...vulnerable
Walking with us, trusting us.
He never did anything wrong
Or is it wrong to love us
love us...enough to die?

----Gasp for air
Pull at the nails holding you up by your bruised purple wrists
Splinters embedded in the small amount of flesh left on your back
Stifle the scream trying to rip out of your throat
Your searching eyes look upward
"dad..I can't do it."
The sweat and blood streams down
Stinging your eyes that are already welling up with tears
A Sob breaks out
Grief wraps around you like a snake squeezing the life out of you---


All of it for you, and I would do it again without thinking twice.

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