So now that I have fallen into obsolescence,

What is it that you’ll make of me?

Will you repurpose me—

Rip my skin from its rusted staples,

Savoring each pop and tear

As you reupholster me?

Perhaps with something floral.

You always did have a flare for

Picking petals

And pulling weeds.

And when you've refashioned me,

When you've coated my skin with varnish

And stuffed me full

Of cotton and feathers,

What then?

Will I be sold?

Gifted?

Bartered?

Set aflame so you can watch a beautiful thing

Burn?

Well, I invite you

To have a seat

And watch a better boy run past

Your open window.

Call to him

And ask him to try me out

For himself.

See then what he says

And tell me how you feel.

The days in the unrelenting stormy mist,

unnumbered like the days on that wretched ship.

Toiling as a slave of the devils torment;

starved of the bountiful riches of nutrient food.

The cargo of this ship of torments tide,

began to savagely haunt my harrowed soul of stone.

The screams of the poor women below,

pulled at the cords that held my hearts hateful ego.

Smuggling the vise of man's demise,

had brought me to a fateful cry out of the misty sea.

"There must be more than all the lies!"

My voice echoed about as if rebounding back to me.

The only other living soul on that ship,

screaming from atop the crow's nest near the bow.

"Turn 'er about, we are to run aground!"

But torments of my deeds left me frozen to the deck.

The crash was tremendous on the impact,

The man was hurled from the heights of the nest,

landing with a horrendous sound, "crack!"

The lifeless form a reminder of this life's mortality.

Here I lay on the haunted grave of Panayiotis.

The blessed ship of my sandstone hearts final demise.

For now under the radiant sun of Greece,

I lay tormented by my past deeds; heart beating true.

Everyone knew who she was

Excellent student - perfect daughter - intelligent young girl

Everyone knew she had a bright future

Becoming a doctor - a nurse - a teacher - a mother - a wife

But she hated that everyone knew what she wanted - and she didn't know what she desired

A boyfriend - friends - alerted parents - conscious people

She hated that her future was starting to become empty

No fun - no parties - no laughs - no dances - no thoughts

But everyone realized the mistakes she made

Failing a class - there was a secret - forgetting her assignments - she started crying - not eating properly - she wanted to vomit - not smiling again - she was dying

She hated the tiredness and realization of her status

She was once a good student - she was once a perfect daughter - she was once a intelligent young girl

She realized that she was breaking, that everything was a waist, that her time was cutting, that her dreams weren't coming.

She had cancer - heart cancer - advanced cancer

Everyone still wanted her to fight, to go to collage, to be someone

But days later she committed suicide

Everyone stopped talking about the young girl and kept their thoughts to themselves as they now realized - she had fought enough in life and it was time for her to breathe once again in the other life

R.I.P the fighters in this world and never judge people without knowing how they feel and what they've been through. . . Don't become a judge, become a friend.