Alone

i cnt help but feel so alone as i wlk this road of life. i feel lik i have no one to turn to && nothing to call my own. i'm sick of bein looked dwn on, i'm sick of feelin unloved, && i'm sick of feelin unappreciated..lik i dnt belong. :'(

My Generation

we are smart. we are funny. we are loveable. we are brave. we are strong. we are kind. we are caring. we are giving. we are young, but we are also underappreciated. this is MY generation. a generation that tries so hard to live up to your standards. a generation that works so hard to get so close..only to discover that we are so far away. we are often times hopeless, and we do feel helpless and less than what we are. but that is because yu hover our time over our heads. this time of war and distruction. yu point ur fingers in our face and say its OUR fault. neverminding the fact that its YOUR mouth thats calling the shots and YOUR fingers that are pulling the trigger of life's gun.

Unclaimed Love

She is a loving, sweet young lady that knows what she wants out of life and she's working hard to get it. She loves and cares for EVERYONE and hates to see anyone suffering. But behind her smile and bubbly attitude is a small child like creature pushed into a corner crying out, begging to be loved. This nameless person has a list as long as her arm with the names of ppl that she cares for, but when she looks dwn that list...her name isn't on it. She doesn't ask for much, just the chance to love and be loved. But it seems that chance isn't coming. So, she cries herself to sleep and prays that her pain will stop. She wakes up in the morning and the cycle continues as the blunt force of reality hits her and she realizes that SHE...is ME. :'(