You can fake a smile
And you can fake a cry
But when you fake a statistic
People can die


Don’t pretend like you know it all
Or like no one will notice
Be authentic and diligent
Then you’ll gain our trust

When you say something
Is it fact? Or opinion?
Do you apply judgement to a statement?
Or speak to its true arrangement?

There’s room for opinion
In everything we say
And every action we take
Could be taken another way

One way to reduce stress
And increase our chance of success
Speak the truth when you describe
The moments of our existence

Assumptions are one of our habits
They can feel efficient and real
But no one is a mind-reader
There’s little hope for that kind of ego

Request truth
Advocate for honesty
Inquire about reality
Desire integrity

It’s our human right
It’s the key to life

Body and mind
Your passion defines
The moments behind
And in front of you

Chasing your dreams
Through music and flow
Sharing truth and love
With your authentic soul

Thoughtful and strong
You swept me away
And inspired my life
In a beautiful way

You manifest the future
So bring it to life
With the warmth of your smile
And your genuine life

Today, my friends made fun of depression.
They laughed about suicide.
They pointed out the cuts on my hands and arms
And they laughed some more.

"I'm going to slit my wrist too
And even put a band-aid on it!"
And they laughed again
While looking at me.

They made faces
While drawing lines on their skin
Mimicking how I had cut mine
Laughing at how I bled

Is it that funny?
Did you even know what I felt that night?
When the world was blind
And you were thinking when's everything going to be alright

When the world was dead
Of your screams and cries
And no one can't notice you're drowning
And you're struggling to save your own life.

Do you even know how it felt like
When the blade drew blood on my own skin
What kind of satisfaction it felt
Knowing that I was hurting?

Is it that funny?
That I had put bandages on my wounds
Because I was embarassed
To show deep inside how it hurts?

Is what I did that funny?
That you laughed so hard
You almost can't catch your breath
And it even made you tear up?

I also felt that
I also can't breathe that night
And it's because I was crying
But I was gritting my teeth instead of a grin.

Is it funny,
To have these monsters inside your head
Whispering how no one loves and cares about me
And I deserve all this pain and I should die?

Is it funny,
When I finally gave in to my demons
And searched for that new blade my mother made me buy because I lost the old one?

Is it funny,
That I was so drained
From giving all the love that I have
To someone who would never see my worth?

Is it funny,
When I finally had the courage to cut my own skin
And the stinging sensation I started to feel
And I heard my demons cheer?

Is it funny,
When they whispered "cut it deeper!
You deserve to die
Because nobody loves you!"?

Will it make you even more happy,
If I'll cut it deeper next time
And you'll see me on the floor of my room
Blood pooled around me?

I'd like to hear you laugh at me again
But I know
That I won't be breathing and feeling anymore
When that next time comes.

I don’t want to be a slave for love.

I don’t want to remember someone whenever I go to a place, or see a thing or smell something familiar.

I don’t want to feel something whenever I hear a familiar song.

I don’t want to cry over some memories I had with someone just because I know that it’ll never happen again.

I don’t want to miss anyone anymore.

I don’t want to fight for anyone. I don’t want to live for anyone. I don’t want to spend my whole life believing that love will make me happy and I don’t want to spend my whole life trying to get the love I think I deserve.

I don’t want to feel something so unbearable that I’d do anything to follow it, like when I miss your skin against my skin as we cuddle every night while watching our favorite movie and it’s driving me mad because all I feel is this coldness around me and I need to breathe in your scent again but I can’t do anything except to let the tears fall on my cheeks while staring at the sheets of my bed where we once had our best moments together.

I don’t want to be tied down by love anymore. I don’t want to be attached and dependent. I don’t want to be weak like this anymore.

I don’t want to feel or even do these things anymore. For once, I want to be free. I want to be free from the hurt that love caused me. Free from the chain of thorns that love had wrapped around me.

Love, you, see, is cruel. It will ****** you at first, will make you see beautiful things. It will give you hope that maybe, just maybe, you’ll finally be happy. It will make you feel the warm that you have missed after years of living coldly and alone. It will make you curious, it will make you wonder ‘what if’. It will make you feel beautiful things. It will lure you to invite it in you and then, it will make you its slave once you let it.

It will eat you from the inside. It will control you. It will pain you. You can’t do anything but to follow it. It will only make you suffer. Do what it wants or you’ll feel unbearable things to the point where you want to rip your heart out just to make it stop…but you can’t. So you’ll just lie down on the cold tiles of your bathroom floor, hugging yourself while water spills from the faucet and tears streams down from your eyes, and you, internally screaming while love breaks your heart into pieces.

It will make you vulnerable. It will make you live in danger and with constant fear on your mind. It will only cause you nothing but chaos that will leave a hole on your chest that you won’t know how to fill once it’s done driving you mad.

Then, it will leave you destroyed.
And you won’t be the same anymore.

I wish for the temporary love
Where it only last a night
The pleasure passes time
much better than thinking of him
My mistake
They are like cuts the saliva of the stranger's kiss could heal
or just soothe for a night
as they kiss my neck, my shoulder, the outline of my body
Only to wake up in the morning thinking of him

I drop the lemon soda
But the tears will not fall
in fear the ground will break
and my memories on the cement
my thoughts flowing through the air
as you stand where I left you,
the fizzing soda where I dropped it

One night
I had a dream in black and white
in my view
was the boy I once knew
he used to bring me so much joy
but I realized he treated me like a toy
just seeing him I became so blind
as in fantasy he acted so kind
but when I awoke I came to see
what truly has become of me
laying in silence with my heart
hollowed out and torn apart