Only takes a small axe
to chop down a tree.
Which one are you
is the other me?
Could be harder to untangle
roots deep weave
from what we have
to who we could be.
Shall we close the book now
go our separate ways
and wonder how the story
could've played?
Or do we carry on growing
creating page after page
trying to forget the trees  
from which they were made?

When I was a teen,
I went to school like any other kid,
Struggling over acne I can't rid,
Lifting weights so my weight was hid,
Pivoted on a group of friends,
Who never knew what words end,
So when they ripped on a kid whose sister died of sids,
I stood back and watch this kid's world end.
I tried to help, confiding with him,
Taking the time to let him know I was with him,
Giving him the heads up of what the others were going to do,
And made sure his hellish world a little less blue.
But I was afraid thanks to this hollywood lies of popularity,
As though being hated was so frowned upon,
When being hated meant bearing a heart.

Don't get me wrong,
I never really did ever grow strong,
But I was mixed in with the wrong crowd,
As though insults to injury made people proud,
And a cigarette in your fingers meant you're well endowed.

I didn't really fit in myself,
They would say things like,
No one would put you on a pedestal cause you'll break the shelf,
But the only thing that ever broke was my self esteem.
Broken bones and bruises came and go,
But the words that they preached to me is all I know,
So when I was sober at a show,
They fed me with alcohol and told me to party more,
Looking around surrounded by guys treating girls like ******,
And people who saw hearts and souls as toys and objects.
But I had a brittle voice never able to speak clear enough to object,
And when the school found out my father had died,
The jokes never ended at body image jokes, and all I did was sigh.
They shunned down on intellect,
Like if you were smart "go eat an insect".
They wore it on their shoulder with pride,
Of how they never once ever did hide,
And they were cool because they made a person,
feel "rekt".

So the words they tried to preach,
And the lessons they tried to teach,
Was you aren't cool enough if you aren't perfect,
But the real lesson instilled in me, was that I was perfect.
They hid behind hidden cameras,
Taking photos of torture and suffering,
Like they were engaged to it.
They were no better than me,
They had their own burdens but mine they couldn't carry,
So as tales are told, I learnt....
The weaker you are, the more strength you have got to show.

It becomes an act of futility when you realise that what you believed was true was a mirage. A poison to the brain and poison to the heart. It was something that leaves people thinking maybe it could have been, because in a world where a fragile freak meets a gorgeous angel is only part of the imagination.

Sometimes things get dragged on so far that even the world has moved on plenty since the last encountering but your heart hasn’t healed as much as hoped. Telling the world you’re okay, but having billion burdens on that little instrument that keeps you going

I dug a hole
Inch by inch
Foot by foot
Becoming miles
I dug a hole
Aching back
And ***** hands
From how I got here

I look up
From the bottom of a pit
And know that I'm to blame
I dug a hole

I never really had control

Every small voice heard,
Is ultimately another life being saved.

Lift your spirit
And move towards the light
Feel the rhythm of the whistling breeze
Make your world bright
You can do it
Continue to inspire
Be the best version of you
Just show them that you have the fire

One love letter never sent
Two love letters never read
Three love letters in the trash
Four love letters burning ash
The letters pile up inside my head
Love letters that will never be sent
All saying the same to him

*"I'm so sorry that I left you
That I went on and had a life without you
That I couldn't see the words you never said
That I believed words were all I needed
When I was wrong, your actions said it all"