A Death Song*

Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass,

Whah de branch'll go a-singin' as it pass.

An' w'en i's a-layin' low,

I kin hyeah it as it go

Singin', “Sleep, my hone, tek yo' res' at las'.”

Lay me nigh to whah hit meks a little pool,

an' da watah stan's so quiet lak an' cool,

whah de little birds in spring,

ust to come an' drink an' sing,

an' de chillen waded on dey way to school.

Let me settle w'en my shouldahs draps dey load

nigh enough to hyeah de noises in de road;

fu' i t'ink de las' long res'

gwine to soothe my sperrit bes'

ef i's layin' 'mong de t'ings i's allus knowed

*Written by an unkown author

What Do You Do?

What do you do when you think you may lose someone that you care so much about?

What do you do when you have so much on your mind that your head aches but you have no time to stop and think it over?

How can you tell the one person that means the world to you how much you care for them when you don't have the strength to encourage yourself?  

When can you escape and be at peace when all around there's drama, violence, and turmoil?

When will people stop and look around at what is happening around them instead of facing in one direction?

How can you truly express yourself when all around you everyone is so fake?

When the world is so divided that those that need help most have no one to turn to?

What do you do? 

Who can those people turn to for the help they so desperately seek? 

When will people realize that it's not about looks or how good you are at sports? 

When will they realize that it's character and how you demonstrate it that matters most? 

Is this just what we have been dropped into? 

Is this the world that we want to live in? 

Is this the life that everyone has chosen to live?

My One And Only Plea

My one and only plea

Is that you treat me as a friend

and not treat me like dirt.

I'm sick of it, I'm tired

of this continual hurt.

You show interest in me

then act like I don't exist.

As if I'm a toy that has no feelings

that you can toss around

and when you are bored of it

you can throw to the ground.

All I wanted was to be a friend

someone you could trust.

Someone you could talk to

when the world leaves you in the dust.

How long will this go on?

When will you treat me right?

What do I have to do,

to get you to see the light?

I'm tired of thinking about you

whenever I'm awake.

The image of you comes and goes

never giving me a break.

I'm tired of being stood up

Forgotten.

Used.

I have feelings too, y'know

So please...

stop leaving me angry and confused.

Maybe one day I'll learn

that you're not worth it.

But until that day comes

I'll never give up

I'll never quit.

I care about you so much

more than you'll ever see.

If only you cared for me as much

that is my one and only plea.

Why?

Why?

Why do I have to care so much?

Why can't I let this go?

Why can't I let you go?

Why can't I just forget?

Why do I have to hate myself so much?

Why do I have to pretend?

Why can't I be normal?

Why can't life just be easy for once?

Why can't I run?

Why can't I disappear and leave it all behind?

What?

What's stopping me?

What's holding me back?

What's keeping me tethered to the past?

What do I have to do?

Who?

Who's going to be my hero?

Who's going to be the one to save me from myself?

Who's going to be the one to make me see the light?

Where?

Where do I have to go?

Where do I have to go to escape?

Where do I have to go before I'm happy?

How?

How did it get this bad?

How did I let it run unchecked for so long?

How far do I have to go?

How far is far enough?

When?

When will this end?

When will I be normal again?

When will I be able to look in the mirror and not hate what I see?

When will I be...me again?