JMBT

I treat you like no one ever will I treat you respectively give you what you deserve but I guess you’re too blinded by the fact that you can not curve these fuck boys and honestly in the end it will ruin everything I’ll leave wholesome and knowing I did what I could and you will later know that I was the only guy to treat you amazingly not like these bitches that just want your body it hurts to know that you feed off of their attention and it’s okay cause these are the things I can’t mention for when I do you get all bitchy like I accused you of something that went missing but it’s truth something went missing it was the love that you once had for me and now I’m tripping yet I’m chilling people ask me why am I so down instead of telling them you’re the reason for my frown I say I’m chilling yeah true is that cause fuck that I’m over it I’ve been through this before 7 months back same shit sipping down lean so I never had to turn back who knew that I was trying to stay on track fuck you I’m only one in a few and you’ll realize it soon but it will be too late cause I’ll leave you

i stay straight minding my own way in my own mind it’s like everyday i always have to complain because everywhere i go I’m not the same people are different yes indeed but did you know that they also act different when seen like what do i mean you can’t trust no one but yourself because through life you dealt the price that no one ever felt you learn from the ass whipping of a belt that hurts now let your feelings melt we grow up to realize we are not alone we fight each other in this nasty storm and each day a blessing is born while each night someone ends it in their dorm I’ll be straight up that’s all i ever been our end is never to comprehend we don’t know when we die or how but others always seem to plan it out I can see why they want to leave why they can’t hide it anymore they just want to bleed and i can understand why cause they just had enough to cry and when it’s their time to say goodbye looking at the ceiling in their minds it’s time to be left alone cause they want to die man this world is seen differently with every eye

between you and I I do not know who to believe my inner feeling or the words you say and I feel no meaning it’s so hard for me to believe to trust when all in my past I was ever used for was lust how can I think how can I live because every time I try nothing gives they say my character is corrupt how so if all I do is talk real all I ever given people was a nice spiel of how I speak the truth I can’t get enough I accept what’s true and let it be no force is put on it I left it alone to be I accept how you treat me and learn from it because that’s the best I can do for when you end it I’ll walk away tormented but the life lesson I learned won’t ever be forgotten

why are these items mystical what is the magical power they control for these objects being able to fly what do they run on how do they go maybe dreams hope faith or possibly something we can not see like a wraith many are shaped into different silhouettes but we forget about one thing something we do out of instinct without knowing so we hold these mistical objects down they are meant to fly and roam around you may ask why is it why we have the fear of letting go letting them go thier own ways beacuse we are so close to them or perphaps we fear of them being popped like the dreams and hope we once had truth is in the end we will have to let go for if you hold onto something for too long it starts to hurt and maybe that hurt starts to kill then surely killing brings death

from the start we connected like positive and negative we never would forget it we were attracted to one another we were all we ever wanted from each other it was perfect until all those problems started and the waves barraged in in all those altercations I never forgot that you were my motivation leaving me behind to rest from our relation you still hang onto me but why was I the one mistaken I ponder to think if you are really holding onto me what piece of me are you holding onto if all of myself is in millions of pieces will it be believing when you won’t be seeing all of my pieces coming together to form me and I guess that’s love like a red rose or a white dove or the stormy clouds above it’s about perspective how we look at things healthy and young or ill with a torn lung connection I was latched onto you to be betrayed and forgotten and this created a knot within myself hurting so bad I wish death would take my life I’m sorry but I won’t ever forget because I’m hurt hurt so deep yet indeed to be free because I’ve taken the lead leaving not only for a reprieve but to recover and buffer I know it will only take longer but time heals like a river running with the glare of the sun knee deep river blood I cross on my way to a new one and with this I run hoping the best and learning from all to come

being fair the right action treatment it is what we lack most in society justice is not being taken advantage of nor is it the action of being used justice is not revenge no it displays fairness it tells us right from wrong dirty from clean good from evil whatever it may be justice sets it free justice makes it even makes you feel whole once again it helps us grow to be in a safer environment justice sets the line cross over it and justice comes looking for you we live in a world tormented from evil and sometimes we seek for justice yet to only find it fighting itself we have done this instead of caring for one another and showing love we have created hate and prejudice for one another only to start a life long war a life long hell we stand to think what we will become and sadly there is no answer for that because along the way we paint our life and in our making we get our justice

distraction violence disturbance within myself I find chaos going to hell and back I’ve been there many times battling myself I’ve never won mentally these battles deteriorate the mind creating conflicts inside to realize we are better off telling lies to ourselves because the truth hurts yes it does what can we say happens when all that happened was nothing we live to die young never growing old or we learn to die old and to never live young where is it all like the pieces to a puzzle gone before my eyes we do indeed fictionalize that will we not only disguise but ride from all the lies and inside we cry because we live in a lie chaos greater inside the mind

laying down in his bed he has had too much for his eyes feel heavy and his breath is with weight he thinks that this time he may not make it surely soon he won’t be here because when he opens his eyes things don’t appear clear he hasn’t made a mistake for he knows this is what he wants all his life there was pain even from the start he looks in the mirror and all he sees is torture for a man so innocent he looks like he’s been murdered limbs now lay lifeless as he’s laying in bed because in his head he is nearly brain dead as he waits and waits his life starts to fade as he slowly closes his eyes his life meets his blade as soon as the blade cuts his life is to perish for his life non precious he wouldn’t want to cherish

to be admired to be honored to be respected in today’s society no matter where we look we don’t find as much instead of admiring we hate and instead of acknowledging the good we show affection and interest in the bad what kind of humanity is this we all expect so much from one another yet we don’t know how hard things are we are selfish instead of expecting why don’t we start accepting yes accept but only the good morals say what are good and what are bad and if we know something is bad why do you still do it because we don’t think about how our choices affect the people around selfishness destroys all instead of keeping all for yourself share some share some respect love food hugs shelter make this world a better place be the change you wish to see in the world respect what you have and admire it because once something is taken away then you will realize how important it once was

slowed down time is almost frozen I am dizzy with raspy voice I try to get ahold of myself to think where am I never mind it may be too late to ask that it is between midnight and early morning I lay down on the curb of a street the atmosphere quiet and dead ghost town only to hear my heartbeat thump thump thump thump thump thump everything seems so slow even the movements of my limbs I look down on myself to see myself covered in a red solution my eyes barely seeing I close them and open them again I feel lightheaded tunnel vision headache limbs feeling lifeless blurred vision I start to breath slower way slower eyes closed drifting away into an open world lost somewhere in it I hope to find myself

behind it all hides it deceives everyone to believe the opposite of truth there is no answer no findings no emotion or remorse unknown the person looking into it does not know its past does not know what’s behind and out of curiosity you come closer to it in doing so the mask captures all just memorizing you learning who you truly are it sends out decoys to push everything aside so only the truth remains it learns your true identity it doesn’t show emotion this way it sets the trap bringing you even closer to the core for no mental escape and when you attempt to leave the mask already knows it knows everything that’s the ultimate revenge because you not knowing what the mask knows beats the thought of what the mask wouldn’t know