You have the nerve not to serve and ask for everything in return is what I've been told. I've been totaled when told to hold your breath, for failures like you shouldn’t breath but believe me when I say we bleed! I may not speak as a whole but the holes within our souls is what makes the mold the only thing that holds! Pain, agony, a tragedy waiting to unfold. Ticking time bombs my mom thinks my mind's blown far away from the way she raised me. Maybe if I listened, no, maybe if you listened to the way my bones cracked because it seemed as though you lacked, and often told me to act as if it was nothing. Perseverance with a pain you could not relate there should never be a debate on who’s life is worse, because in the end we’re all hauled by a herse, and no bible verse can make me feel better dad. I get how bad that sounds. Quite the ruthless heathen without a thing to believe in, there’s no way I’d live in the light that ties in with humanity’s lies, with these eyes I have seen things that’ll make even the devil run. When all's said and nothing’s done you say let bygones be bygones but by god I don't deserve anything as I don’t serve you. Our blood may be bound but perhaps the reason you haven’t found a daughter in me is because you don’t have one. You know I remember once I was told tears were just pain leaving the body. That there will be nobody there to even care so I shouldn’t cry. I was told it’s better holding it in rather than letting out and almost without a shred of a doubt, I knew it was true. Even now people play contests with little to no context to where I am coming from. But behind every person there a tragic tale untold. Whether issues are simple or complex, we unravel into an undisclosed tomb. Secretly awaiting for an impending doom, and sometimes silently wishing for a someone to see. Somebody to catch us as we fall. We await for the dream of radiant smile accompanied by a warm embrace! A dream is something we believe we’ll never have. We all believe love isn’t something we could grasp. It’s just as the sand on a beach that always slips through our fingers, and it’s almost always our fault! What’s branded in our brains is that venom runs through our veins. That we’re poisonous creatures; snakes, rats, typhoons, tidal waves, we’re all natural disasters that destroy all in our path! We push and pull people in and out of our lives because we crave something more than loneliness, yet we always feel it’s better being alone! So that on the days we become static those we care for won’t get shocked and what we’ve become, or rather what we’ve always been. We’re only seen as Failures, for what we treasure is something that can’t measured with any paper decree. Yet we lobotomize ourselves just for a degree, suffocating our dreams hoping that one day we can reignite that passion. But what no one tells you is that it’s not your fault, and that sometimes the things we go through is much bigger than me and you. There are things that we can do, and there are things that we can’t do. Still those things do not define you. Strike down all those who oppose you dismantle all the things that suppress you. Move forward and become what you we truly meant to be. Because you see life isn't as bleak as you make it. For those fortunate few, please remember that those less fortunate than you are human beings too.