Poetry from the Past

Indefinite Happiness Starts To Fill A Void

While Indefinite Sadness Keeps It Open

My Heart Is Pulled Between Two Worlds

What I Want And What I Can't Have

There Are Somethings I Need Like Love And Fullness

There Are Somethings That I Don't Need Like Sadness And Emptiness

Yet What I Need And Don't Need I Always Do Or Don't Have

Too Much Of The Bad Has Taken Over Me I Live In Darkness

Now I Try To Find The Light And Release Myself From The Shadows

My Life Knows Not Of What Love Is But What It Looks Like 

MY Heart Urns For Love, But It May Never Be Found In My Life

Turned Solid Like Stone Is My Heart It Makes Me Look Hideous

Emotions That Were Hidden Now Show Themselves On My Stone Heart

No One Knows The Pain They've Caused

They Only Know Of My Own Pain That Shows In The Cuts And Bruises 

Protecting And Fighting Are All I Know 

Those Skills Keep Me Safe But They Also Shelter Me From Love

People Say They Care But Do They Ever Show It

There's Never A Hug Or Shoulder To Lean Or Cry On When I'm In Need

Instead What I Get A Push And A Shove And A “Shut The Hell Up”

I Try To Help Others But They Don't Want My Shoulder Or Hugs

Instead They Push And Shove Me And Tell Me To “Back OFF”

My Life Knows Not Of Love And Caring; It Only Knows Hate And Pain

My Heart That Is Supposed To Pump Life Into My Soul Is Slowed Almost To Death

No One Understands The Pain I Know

Those Who Try To Understand Me Quit Before They Know It All

The Scars I Have Everyone Assumes They Know How I Got Them But They Don't

The Sad Truth Of My Story Is That My Saddest Times Were My Happiest

The Pain Would Be Worth It Again If Only I Could Have My Friends Back

Sure They Are Still Here But Part Of Them Has Died

They No Longer Do The Things That Made Them Happiest

Instead They Give In To Corruption

My Friends And I Never Really Talk Anymore 

Everyday People Recycle People

I've Been Recycled Cuz I Had What Others Already Had And No One Wants Two Of The Same

Transformed Into Carbon Copies Of One Another The Recyclers

Will Be Recycled By Those Who Have Been Recycled

Only Then Will They See What They Have Done

We Are Generation 666

We Are Controlled By The Media

Taught To Hate The Ones That Are Different And Recycle Them 

Taught To Love The Carbon Copies And Replace The Recycled

Why Do We Live In A World Where Some Will Only Know Hate And Pain Like Me

While Others Bask In Love And Caring

Some Think They Know Love But What They Know Is Lust

The Carbon Copies Are The Ones Who Fall Into Lust

But Like Iron They Will Rust From The Lust

The Ones I Trust Don't Trust Me Much

We Live In A World Of Plastic Nations

Everyone Is Fake And No One Is Real

I'm Breaking The Mold So I Don't Get Sold As A Recycled Carbon Copy

A Plastic Casket Six Feet under Is My Unwanted Home

My Soul Is Imprisoned By Your Hate

Blood Is Shed To Set Me Free

No Longer Are You My Enemy, Blood Released I Am Free

My Soul Exposed For All To See, Please Don't Beat Me With Your Words

Damaged By The Emotions Of Life I Try Not To Give Up The Fight

In A Plastic Nation The Recycled Have No Right To Life

I Have A Pulse But I'm Not Living

I Go Through Life Never Knowing When I'll Be Attacked

Whose Got My Back I Can Never Tell

Emotions Change As Often As The Wind Blows

Your Words Hit Me Like Bombs

I Wilt Like A Flower...