Mourning Skies

This Is Not The End

A sickening mess

Wallowed in self-despair

Drunken, raving,

Cutting off my hair

Drown me in pills

So I don't have to feel

Get high off of sadness,

No longer knowing what's real

I don't want to confront the world

And all of it's faces

Bouncing off highs

And lows of all places

Poverty stricken slums

and richer cities

Poor being ignored

And posh-living pretties

Take it all in

The sickness and sadness

Covered up bruises

And short-term gladness

A girl wears a short skirt

And gets called a whore

Raped, murdered, judge says,

"She deserved nothing more."

Trip on a sidewalk,

Sue the lives off a family

Lie, lie again

Walk away happily

As long as there's money

In somebody's wallet

They'll kill anyone

Who dare tries to call it

A queer boy at school

Is hanging up a rope

Saying that he's sorry

And he's giving up hope

A girl sits in her bathroom

Blood flowing from each wrist

Wondering why these people

Don't want her to exist

But I'll tell you, broken ones,

My frightened children screaming,

My beaten women weeping

To my friends,

writing notes

drowning sorrows

Tying ropes

This is not your end

You have years ahead

Wipe up those tears

Lift up your head

We are stronger than forces

That have leveled great houses

We are grander than bullies

Or unloving spouses

Because nothing can shatter

The already broken

Nothing can silence

The ones outspoken