its not fair, to be where you don't know anyone that cares, and where you try to speak up but then all they do is stare, its scary, finding out that everyone around you is either doing better than you or walking a path that will lead them to death, the best choice, is not to raise your voice, but dont keep your head down, go around to each friend that you've found and tell them to go to theirs, tell them to tell the stories of the people that were never there, the people that speak to you as much as plums and pears, go back to a time, the time when she was there, when you felt that life was fair, but fair doesnt last, before you know it, it's in the past, life goes by way to fast, the broken bones the slings and the casts, but thats not the fun part, the part where you would race your friends and run far, or when you first get your license and you cruise around in your moms car across the blacktop and the solid tar, but the brakes dont always help, metophorically life will flatten you out, like a car crash serve you on a silver platter like your life never mattered, all the pitter patter of the rain that you feel inside you head with all the pain in 50 years your walking cane, but after that its all over, like being high but now you're sober, and now your life is going nowhere, outside i look alive, but inside im dead and i dread the days, the days where people laugh and play, knowing you'll never do that again, you're dead, about as inanimate as a pen, and then when you feel you can plan ahead bring back the dead, take out the led that severed their life thread and mend the breaks and bends, lend a hand, be the better man, because you're your own number one fan, the one who has ran great lengths to determine your own strengths, so be the best you that you can be and you will see, after that life rolls on smoother than the sea and you will see how great your life can be
