Saturday, October 3, 2009

another poem i made....sorry if it doesnt make any sense to any of u

FIGHTER'S BEAUTY.

a fighter's advice

I'm made up of sugar and spice

absence makes the heart grow fonder

you lose your way and you

get it back to ponder

don't let the world break

you or make you cry

use those unshed tears spilled and defy

so they're not from your eyes streaming

you're still hurting with your

fears and depression teaming

In these wars you make yourself

the most dominant force

no one can top you and

for strength you're the #1 source

It seems you've leveled the playing field

this is what you want leading

up to being healed

so what do you do when

you fall to the floor?

you look towards the crowd

willing to bring you pain and you ignore

take off your ruse

stand up and look at those you accuse

your beauty's stunning

to the finals you're in the running

haters don't make me break,

depression does

but you learn to kill the snake

focus, commitment, and concentration

defeat, overcome, and be

part of the new generation

you can't get anywhere until you


know your potential


playing the game is what's essential

haters don make u break



things like depression n self-harm do


this life is full of things that u need to understand.


u fall u get back up and u try again.

u fight.


on another vote, if someone u love hurts u here's my advice.


cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it.


everyone's going to hurt u.


it's all about who's worth the pain they put u through.