So Fragile, Yet So Strong

So fragile, yet so strong

So much reason to sulk, still you smile

So much wrong, but you did right

So you lived, until your last rose

Being a good person is a choice. Don’t let people fool you into believing that truly good people never have bad thoughts, are never tempted by the easier path, by the low road, never mess up or act out selfishly. Never believe a person can be good without making a conscious effort.

Every single time you do something good, you’ve made a decision to make the world a little brighter.

Goodness is not an inherent trait, it is a choice. Keep making it! I see you, I’m proud of you, and I’m rooting for you!

Materialism is what drives this world around...

I hold a grudge against my life

I hold a grudge against the people

Our dreams were never considered

Our hopes never enough

I didn't think life was this way

I guess I was wrong

I pray for a shelter to put my head

And pray for time to stop

Take me in your arms (Miss Heroin)

By: unknown

So now, little man, you've grown tired of grass

LSD, goofballs, cocaine and hash,

And someone,pretending to be a true friend,

said, "I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin".

Well honey, before you start fooling with me,

Just let me inform you of how it will be.

For I will seduce you and make you my slave,

I've sent men much stronger than you to their graves,

You think you could never become a disgrace,

And end up addicted to poppy seed waste.

So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon,

you'll take me to your arms very soon.

And once I've entered deep down in your veins,

The craving will nearly drive you insane.

You'll swidle your mother, just for a buck

You'll turn into something vile and corrupt,

You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm

And feel contentment when I'm in your arms.

The day you'll realize the monster you've grown,

You'll solemly swear to live me alone.

If you think you've got that mystical knack,

Then sweetie, just try getting me off your back.

The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in knots,

The jangling nerves screaming for one more shot,

The hot chills and cold sweats and withdrawl pains,

That can only be saved by my white little grains.

There is no other way, and there is no need to look,

For deep down inside, you know you are hooked.

You'll despretly run to the pushers and then,

You'll welcome me back to your arms once again.

And you will return, just as I foretold!

I know that you'll give me your body and soul.

You'll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart,

And you will be mine 'till death do us part.

Maybe you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.

— Madeleine L'Engle