Teenage

Your life could be a million things,
It’s just luck that you live somewhere nice.
It’s not fair. It’s not easy.
Some die hungry, some die happy
and some just want everyone to get along.
We live in a world where most people aren’t happy
about how things are
and the others are selfish
and take more than what they need.
This is the world we live in
and there’s nothing we can do about it
except to be grateful for what you have.

A vast meander of pine, drenched in a decorative design.
Branches spread out far and wide, people swallowing their pride.
Inside sighed as darkness tried but couldn’t be supplied.
Light denied as children cried for the light implied.

Folks engulfed the mossy mountain of timberland.
A fountain of flame and faithfulness;
The peak – golden – as a celestial body consumes the surroundings.
Silence.
Everybody, from the white desert diverted to the depths of Alaska.
Silence.

Wintertime harmonies are dispersed as Christmas is rehearsed.
Cursed family gather, deeply immersed in the spirit.
Hear it, the light and lyric of giving, forgiving and living.
Treasure it – alongside those who you love.

The day after you pass
is the day your phone stays on the charger
Your bed is still a mess
Your room is still messy
Your cat is still around
Your best friends are still sad
You still roam around as a ghost
Your brother still wonders where you went
Your sister still calls your phone
just to hear your voicemail
After you take your life it will be like this
and mom just cares about getting justice for you

My parents didn’t teach me love.
I learned it from the silence.

My mother never asked why my eyes were red.
My father only noticed me when I made a mistake.

I learned to hug myself when no one else did,
to whisper to myself, “It’s okay.”

I learned to be quiet when the house was too loud,
and wipe my own tears when their words cut too deep.

I held my own hand when the world felt too heavy.
I taught myself to survive in a house
that never felt like home.

I survived —
but at what cost?

Everyone, says Santa
is not really real
Well who knows magic Flys
You fall asleep and there
we go again
People say to grow up
Who cares of what they think
Santa real magic Flys

It’s been a ride
But I’ll be fine
On this slick road
Where I’ll hit each side
Many times

But don’t worry
I’ll be fine
You have made this life worth it
You are my best friend
The one who never left
Even when I did
Thank you for this
I will see you on the other side of this ride

Although this road is slick
I have stability that is thick
You can ride with me
But it will have wrong turns and crashes
But one day we will get there
I have one destination
Home

It will be right on this slick road
And we will hit sides
Now all I have to say is bye bye

I carried the weight of the hate
but that still didn’t matter

And I was just a pawn to taunt
to my own father

So I played dumb until I was numb
to let you get away with it
but that still didn’t matter

And the sins from the pins that
were holding me together that
you laid down have snapped
and I am 50% of the women I hate
and that now matters?
But it’s too late.

Darkness falls
As the sun sets
The clouds cover the moon
As the world dims

In that darkness
There is a light
A light that shines the way
To a brighter tomorrow

Ask yourself this
When it’s only you and your thoughts
“Am I the light?”
“Or am I the dark?”

Worms like to wiggle around all day
Open their mouths in a funny way
Burrow around in the ground
Making a very funny sound

I was staring at the clear blue sky
Tracing constellations that looked like mine

Mostly the stars that really shined
Because I got a policy I can’t deny

It’s to the best
And beat the rest

Or else I am nobody
Or else I am anybody