Retweets are small promises that can’t be broken between people that would never speak in public.

Social media gives mice a mask that resembles superman.

People of the earth weren’t created to live two lives.

Superheros arent real,

but someone please save the mice of my generation.

Where I’m from twitter is the starting point for every misunderstanding.

Where I’m from the end point is six feet under in a box that is sealed tight,

I heard it was comfortable and you’re entitled to that bed and pillow for the rest of the time that was never on your side

You would think its fireworks in the middle of the night.

But you see, Twitter knows everything before the news. 

#Not Again 

#This Time It Was My Friend

#It Should’ve Been Me

#Revenge

#This Is Bigger Than Social Media

Where I’m from hand guns are a toy given to little boys 

as a gift.

It’s a thin line between to kill or to be killed

because if you make it out alive, 

you will still wear the guilt like bad cologne.  

Lives are played with as if the world is a big board game 

and we’re all just pieces

waiting for someone else’s next move.

From midnight to sunrise the fireworks you see in july symbolize the colorful spirits of the children whose time was ended too soon

All over a selfish feud.

See, id give a hour of my life to every kid who died and whose mother never got to say goodbye

Trauma makes you stronger

but everyone isn’t equipped for pain

and if someone needs my strength i’d lend that for a couple days

Death makes you afraid of life

and id give a hug to everyone who is afraid to go outside of their home

because the monsters in their closets are nothing compared to the monsters walking down the street

If I could I would take my generation back to the days of peace and love.

When people were willing to love 

to trust,

and not interested in creating the fights between Iraq versus U.S. all over again but in our grandmothers front yard this time around

because the bullets missed like a target was on her heart and you killed her on purpose.

The bullet didn’t have a name on it but it might as well say “To you and your whole family”.

The boy that pulled the trigger had motive,

he wanted everyone to feel what he felt the day his cousin died

in the bathroom at his oldest brother funeral.

#It Was A Set Up

#It Never Ends

Where I’m from, guns are like a drug.

The feeling of revenge is all peer pressure,

and it all started on twitter

Where I’m from, everyone knows everyone and if you stay too long chances are, you’ll never leave.

Might sound like a movie but its just home to me,

my city is nowhere to raise a family 

and If i could i would change "kill them with kindness" into more than just a saying,

because smiling is contagious 

and if people sneezed compliments 

and if germs held nothing but cells filled with better manners

and if happiness was a disease 

to some degree the world would be a better place.