Dont WorryI’m in scienceDont Worry
Thinking about all the small things
Like: Why were humans created? What is our role in life? What is the meaning of life? While pondering these small things I realised: Who cares why humans were created? Thank goodness we were Who cares what our role in life is? It is of our own making Who cares what the meaning of life is? You’ll find out in the end Why are people so worried about questions that can’t be answered? After contemplating this I comprehended: Living for now is more important than living in the past
Somewhere, Sometime, SomehowI’m in my room Surrounded by all my possessions With my posters staring down at me They seem to be accusing me Of being lonely and lost Not willing to search for myselfSomewhere, Sometime, Somehow
I have friends I can talk to I could try to find that other me
Somewhere, Sometime, Somehow
I’m not going to let this get me down I’ll hide these feeling from everybody Can’t show them any weakness Not even my friends
I’ll hide these feelings I’ll hide them
Somewhere, Sometime, Somehow
I don’t want to crumb
MakaylaI am a girl I am a girl with blue eyes and brown hair I have a name and it is Makayla I have a name and it is Makayla, just Makayla…Makayla
I don’t have a family to belong to I am alive I am alive and for that I am happy, but I need something more,
Something happy in my life I am a woman I am a woman that has needs and no one to give them to her…
I need someone who will love me I am confused I am confused because I don’t know why my family has gone, Just when I need them the most I know I am strange I know I am strange because I can see a
Hate is a strong wordWhy does my family hate me? What have I done wrong? I’m not that terrible am I? I can’t stand the yelling I can’t stand the crying Mother hates me Sister hates me Brother hates me I hope Father doesn’t What did I do? Why do I deserve this? Why won’t anyone answer me? It hurts THEY ALL HATE ME I don’t want to live with them anymore They don’t care Whenever I talk They walk off Or talk over me Like I’m not even there Geeze I must be such a bitch For them to hate me so much IHate is a strong word
: PSolusSolusSolus
Lone wolf howls at desolate moon The fate of cruel worlds hang at fingers Of those corpus hands in life forgot Dreams repented but in daylight lost
In darkness we stand and judge each other Tear at eyes and rip out throats And in final moments with each last breath We utter curses upon those that fell us
The hands of torment reach out Take us crush us so easily For our sins we are meant to walk Destined to be alone
Hollowed eyes fall on emptiness Barren lands too long ravaged by man Self-breeded justice among us Le
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