Jason Wallace: 142 books

When I’m screaming,No one hears a word that’s said.I guess that I am silent enoughThat I go unnoticed, and it’s best.I keep dreamingThat something will ease awayAnd get better and hurt a little less,But it’s not in store,Not for me, not for this, not anymore.

How canAny of this beI thought you wereAll I neededI thoughtYou were it for me!But you turned intoSomething I can't believeAnd I would give anythingAnd everythingFor you to justF'n leave!

This spirit,I fear it.I've felt it.I've dealt it,Dismay, defeat, decay.Repeat. Replay.

The son of Juan Hernań Valdez de Araya and a Caribbean slave, Eduardo, learn that freedom always comes with a price, and that price must be paid by those most deprived of it, the most desirous to have it. Some will sacrifice their all for the sweet embrace of it and for that of those dear to them....

For centuries, American descendants of Europeans enacted purposed plans for ridding themselves of what they saw as problems created by Native Americans. Some of these plans were intended to wipe out Native Americans entirely while some others were meant to curtail efforts of Native Americans, push...

You meant more to meThan the ones before.Tell me why.You were no better than them,But I loved you more.Tell me why.I die day by day.Tell me why.I don’t mindThat you’re now away.Tell me why.I almost want to love to hateThat you’ve been gone for forever,And an eternity longer, I will have to wait.Tell me why.

This is all like some movie,Except nobody I know ever gets rich.They just deal with a lot of shit.All the liars, thieves, and hypocritesTake everything away,Or at least, most of it.

She's miss perfectPerfect for me in every wayBut I'm so concernedThat I no longer hear her sayShe wants me anymoreAnd I don't know what forI'm afraid

I'm just stayin aliveI don't really know whyI can't take this shitIt never fuckin endsThe same ol' day to dayWhy do I haveTo live this wayI think I'm made to payFor everyone else's mistakesPlace the blame on themOr at leastLet me pay with my lifeFuck, I wanna die

I...Don't want to hurt youBut I...Don't know how much I can careAll I doIs seem to curse youAnd I...Don't know if that's being fair

I'll keep hangin onI won't let myselfBe a victim anymoreI don't careIf you forgive meYou can cause me painAt most, my blood will stainAnd scab, and it will healYou can't kill me!

In the place of our love,You filled in with hurt,Colored unimaginable ,Unfulfilled first,And I wasn't enough,And I knew that so muchI tried so hard to make it all workBut you went away worrying and wasted,Wasting my timeWith all those lies,You always despised, delicate, forgetting the worth

When you smile that smile,I nearly lose my mind.I can’t take the eyes off of youThat never thought they’d findSomeone that looks the way you do,Whose lips seem like they’reSweet to consume.If there is still roomIn the heart left behind,What’s not torn up inside,Nobody would ever love youThe way I’d love you my whole life through.

I’ve already forgotten what it’s like to everHave something more than just this pain.I’m ready to be forgottenAnd to know that I don’t have to remainIn this, all of this, all of it, all that I canNo longer know how to endure.I don’t grow stronger. I just look in me for a cureTo this sickness,...