Sticks and stones

Broken bones 

And bleeding souls

I look around and am blinded by the tragedy 

It's a mystery

The world's still spinning 

When everywhere our brothers and sisters are dying

Am I lying

Or can you just not see

The decay and despair

Polluting the air

With every inhale

We're one breath closer to hell.

The Reason

There is freedom in words, so I write. I write when I'm happy, when I'm mad, when I'm hopeless, when I'm sad. I write when I'm confused and searching for answers. I write when the world is ugly and when it's beautiful. I write like my life depends on it, because sometimes it does. I write to free myself. I write to find myself. God gave me these words and now I'm giving them to you. And so the journey begins...