LetsStartAgain

Dayum
          	
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LetsStartAgain

They say when you believe in something, stand up for it even when it means standing alone. . . What happens when you're tired of standing along and start to realise that no matter what, the thing you love will always be criticised and hated on, even if you stand there defending it. No one tells us what to do when we finally give up and stop acting so stupid when we finally figure out that this word will hate and criticise everything and anything they haven't made as their definition of perfect, what if we don't want to be perfect? What if we want to be normal or even as crazy as a washing machine on fire? Isn't normal just a setting on the washing machine or dishwasher? Isn't normal someone with an office job, ready to kill themselves after being unappreciated for the nth time and yet no one bothers to tell them that they can take control and change it because there's still hidden creativity in them, that it wasn't all beaten out of them when they went to school or when they went home to do more school and loose out on a life that all their friends had. Sometimes not even music can save that one person with not pulling that trigger or pushing away that stool or even not drawing a long, endless line down their broken veins  because sometimes they just need that one person to look them in the eye, tell them to stop bullshitting that they're fine with how they're treated and how their life turned out and just let them cry until there's nothing left of the darkness and the only way out of that dark hole is up where everything's brighter and new and their idea of perfect , not society's but THEIRS and only theirs, like being married to the girl or guy of your dreams, or having a child that you wanted, or even achieving your life long dreams or goals. It only takes one person to make a difference sometimes even two when you don't want to do it alone. The only way is up they say. . . what if I don't want to go up? What if I wanna go sideways or even down? Its my choice.

LetsStartAgain

Can I come visit you? 
          I promise it won't be long,
          Just to say goodbye again. 
          Maybe then it won't hurt,
          And I won't feel like dirt. 
          
          Can I come visit you?
          Or are you coming home?
          I'm all packed up and ready,
          Just tell me when to go. 
          When am I leave for you?
          
          Can I come visit you?
          Is that even allowed?
          I promise I won't be annoying,
          And I promise not to make a sound. 
          You won't notice I'm there. 
          
          Can I come visit you?
          I miss you terribly so,
          I've cried a thousand rivers. 
          But nothing floods away my fears,
          Nothing floods away my pain. 
          
          Can I come visit you?
          Or are you coming home?
          When can I leave to go?
          Or am I stuck alone?
          Can I come visit you?