| Current Mood: 
Near tears...For too many reasons to say....sick of life in general!  |
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| Current Mood: 
Ah I just made the most awesome tacos! Of course using soy cheese and boca grounds! Oh sooo good its crazy what alil spice and bell peppers can do! My best friend is loving the fact that I am making lunch each day for me and her and we are having our own lil healthy cruilty free picnic. So aww life is not too bad, I sure if I think about it for too long I found find tons of things to make me suicidal but, lets not do that not now, not today. For now happieness will be enjoyed, I hope everyone is having a kick ass day if not I hope tomorrow is a great day, if today was a great day, well then I hope tomorrow is even better! Now its time for a poem I wrote a while back.
Young and Dead
They have no name.
Their face's cast away.
You remeber, but not clearly.
You speak of them on your lunch break,
along with who JLO is marring next.
To you they are just another,
sad story on the six o' clock news.
These are the marks the Young and Dead leave behind.
Not given enough time to leave anything else.
RAPED
STABBED
BEATEN
Murdered by their own Mother.
Kidnapted by their father.
Tortured by the man that lives near by.
In time all of these stories began to sound the same.
They are not your child and some may thank god for that.
But weeks pass and another stories airs,
This time you are the pleading parent.
Crying for the safe return of your child.
Your tears and fears,
your story,
Is just like the rest.
In time we will all forget. of course
YOU never will but,
This is the world today.
YOUNG and DEAD
have become
Yoing and Forgotten. |
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