Teenage

My lonely life had gone too far
Now nothing to worry about peace or war
At present… I have self-confidence
There’s nothing to lie… my friends are evidence
Now my IRRITATION is quite too low
With a peaceful mind and a face aglow
I don’t keep quite as my friends had said
That is how first I was made
I wonder for being so eager to learn
For being something ‘n’ money to earn.
And I felt such a change from these days
In my behaviour even my elders say
Now my lonely life had gone too far
And nothing to worry about peace or war.

We all have weaknesses.
Whether it’s an object, a food, or a person…
But the thing is,
you can give in to objects,
you can give in to foods.
But that one person…
They can ruin you.
That person you want to hold on to during a stormy night, but they won’t be there.
No matter how much you wish they could be,
That person won’t come around.
It’s not because they can’t, it’s because they chose not to.
That person chose to drop you.
That person chose not to come back.
So stop Hoping. Stop Praying. Stop Lying to yourself.
That person will rip out your heart, and throw it back at you.
Even after they tell you they will keep it safe.
You feel crazy because that person…
You see that person everyday,
You have no choice.
And every time they smile at you, you can’t help feel weak at the knees.
That person controls your heart.
You won’t ever get it back.
That person made you a promise, that no matter what they would be there.
And when you actually need them…
They won’t be.
That person never will be.
That person won’t hold you,
That person is gone.
But, they are still your weakness…
And you will give in,
You already have…

Once there was a pig
who lived in a hut made of twigs,
straw, mud and clay
avoided being somebody’s prey
It was only afternoon
when he saw the butcher’s goons
Hidden in the cupboard he saw
they were taking away the animals to slay them raw
He shivered
as anger and disgust ran through his nerves
He didn’t know which they would serve
after the chaos
When he went out
he actually froze
There was blood all over the place,
the anger could be seen on his face
“Oink oink, I have to do something
or they’ll keep hunting,
capturing my brothers and sisters,
not in number but in clusters.”
So he decided to free them all
by going to the butchery opposite the city hall
So he started his preparations
to stop the separation
It took time
but he reached there on the bell’s sixteenth chime
inside the butchery he saw
no cupboards or drawers
only a big bench and a mallet
and under it was a scared rabbit
“Oink oink I am here to help.”
As he knelt to see the creature’s face
Oh by God’s grace
rabbit was still alive.
“Oink oink, hurry up
we have to help the others but,
do you know where they are?
We have to do it fast, I don’t even have a car.”
“They are in the backyard,” said the rabbit,
“Maybe they are going to be slayed, dammit!”
The pig ran towards the backyard
saw all the animals not too far,
he opened the cage and let them free
in a moment or and they decided to flee
With a huge sigh of relief
the pig advanced to the gate
when suddenly he saw
the butcher with his fork and plate.
When the butcher saw the opened cages and the pig
he realized who did it
and with anger and recklessness
he grabbed the pig’s legs
and finished him off in a trifle.
Nobody came to save the brave pig
Who was just silent?
This shows everyone is so self-minded
who didn’t shed a tear
for the one who shed his life for them.

There is something in my mind
Can’t tell,
can’t feel,
can’t think,
can’t dream.
I can remember the sea
that is rough and sometimes calm
I can remember the footprints on the beach
waves kiss the ground
and take away the footprints
I am not alone
I am with my life
but with nothing
Is that what I need?
Is that what I want?
I don’t know!
Still I am thinking that

The moon remembers
the way your small voice was the wailing wind
a cold night when he stopped calling you “love”
and your heart was split
Mom asked why your throat was bloody
but you brushed her off with a shrug

The moon listens
when the silent tears track down your pale cheeks
She weeps streaks of silver onto the ground
and lights the sky
her tears are rivers of grief for you
wishing you could see her shining

The moon whispers
“I love you more than he could” in hushed tones
the shatter of your heart is deafening
and drowns her out
She sings her lonely song just for you
but there are blinding stars in your eyes

Her eyes were full of sorrow,
lips pursed with words still left unsaid.

She went too soon, for it was all a blur,
a shadow melting into the shadows;
were you ever really here?

No, I can still feel your presence in this place,
can still hear the sound of your tinkling laughter
like bells, comforting, warm, pleasant.

You are not gone, you are still here.
You are going places and
I would like to go there too.

From start to finish I wonder why
The cuts look good in this messed up lie
The blood that trickles down my arm
People all stare at the girl who self-harms

The emo they call me
I turn to my name
They act out slicing their wrists
I hang my head in shame
I can’t help my feelings
Of being alone
I hide myself for the day
Just longing to go home
I sprawl on my bed
With my razor in hand
And take myself away
To a much better land
I stare in the mirror
And let myself cry
Looking forward to the day
That I finally die
oh why oh why me I just want to die x

What is your purpose?
No one just shows up-on Earth for no reason.

Your purpose is to do, you boo
Then you won’t be stuck with reasons

Don’t wait till it’s dark
Anything can happen in a minute.

If not now, your time will come
So stay committed.

People always ask me what’s wrong.
I tend to keep things to myself.

I have always looked down most of the time.
Not knowing where to climb.

Feeling like something or someone is holding me back.
Making most of my life pitch black.

But it’s time to make a difference.
I’m going to stop my sufferance.

Sitting in this classroom
Staring at the vast room
I take a step back
To examine all the facts
The kid next to me has cuts on his wrists
I guess that’s just too easy to miss
I glance to the right and what do I find?
The blonde’s been left behind
She wasn’t up to standard, no social class
She stood and told the whole class to “kiss her A**”
Little Mrs Popular sits up front, legs crossed tight
Takes four hours every morning, so mommy thinks she’s “just right”
Everybody’s looking
But ain’t nobody seeing
Because if they did they’d see the way the youth is bleeding