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Bombarded. This was the word that Thomas Albertson Junior would use to describe his life. This was only more compounded on this specific day. He had woke at his normal 7:00 time, and followed his normal routine. At 7:00 his alarm went off. At 7:01 he woke up and hit snooze. He repeated the snooze cycle two more times. At 7:16 he knew he needed to really wake up. Thomas grumbled to himself as he dropped his feet over the side of his bed. Slowly he made himself stand to his feet, took a second to let his head catch up with his body, and began to shuffle towards the bathroom. After leaving last night’s meal with the porcelain god, he wash

He sits alone and cries No one hears him The hole in his heart It tears at him The gnawing pain Solace comes by a razor Thins slits on his arms Pain oozing out in red Dripping to the floor But it only a temporary fix The morning will bring more troubles But he is stronger than he knows And he will face them On he will trudge Fighting each day till the end He will not give up He will not end it all No, not the boy with scars for sleeves

The painter applies another layer Covering the beauty underneath Masking the blemishes and mistakes Hiding the missteps and crooked lines Painting a line here and there Applying color to bring an artificial life She sets her brush down The painter stares at her work She forces a smile Her work is finished here She has done all she can She takes one last glance at her masterpiece Her face reflects back from the mirror

I found love in a sea of hate The waves washed over me I drowned in the depths I awoke to you laying beside me Another body washed ashore in the storm We lay side by side Our hearts linked in our loss You healed my wounds Nurtured what little I had left in me You breathed life into the coals that lay dormant in my heart You coaxed a spark And then a flame And now my love burns for you I'll hold you tight forever The sea will never take me again For you are mine and I am yours

Is it wrong to be so happy and so lost? Is it bad to be happy and so unsure? I found life but lost certainty

We are all just a moment away from our own end The thrill of the chase flows through our veins The prize dangles in front of our eyes and we run Oblivious to our surroundings Oblivious to what we've become Puppets on a string Following what is fed to us Chasing the temporal The superficial is so close And then vanishes On we run The prizes change as we grow But on we run We never see it coming The finish lines hits our chest We fall We gasp our last breath Our heart stops We've reached the end We've all been chasing our own mortality

I feel it in my being A deep yearning from my bones A longing that words cannot express I have fallen my dear Fallen for you I wish for you to come back to me I need your arms around me I need to feel your lips upon mine The sweet sound of your voice The joy that comes from your presence Time moves slowly Seconds pass in minutes Minutes in hours Days will pass Weeks will disappear One day I will look up I will see your figure coming towards me You will fit perfectly in the empty space of my arms You will be home Home in my arms

I did not find God in a church building. I found him in my lowest point I did not find him in Sunday school I found him when I needed his grace I did not find him as I lived a "perfect" life I found him when I hated myself I found him in my imperfections I found him when I failed over and over I found him when I screamed at him and asked him why Because it was then that I discovered his love When I could no longer ask forgiveness I discovered that he forgave me When I knew I was no longer fit to be his child I realized that I was made perfect You see, I learned about God in church, but I met him in the shattered remains of my life When he wa