I see my homie doing drugs, it makes me sad.

Try to make it right, it turns ugly and even bad.

Try to make her happy she dont want it dad.

Tell her money dont fufill, it’s just a temp fad.

Watch her tears go down, I said I will always be.

Every night she lean on my shoulder I give her tea .

I see coke on the wooden table I want her to be free.

People abuse her all the time I beat them up all three.

She tells me I need you to fight for me

When everybody is critic and they dont like me

Im so depressed I don't know what it means

Show me what it's like to be young and free.

Just wave your hands side to side

Pound your chest, you will be alright

You will rise you will always shine

Cashin out you will grind

Turn around I see haters everywhere.

I breathe in poison all in the dry air.

Turn left they give me a death stare.

I ask them to give me water to spare.

They kick and grab me by the hair.

America can't provide me healthcare.

My freinds can't even afford footwear.

My country divided, it's dead warfare.

My bestie shot and put in a wheelchair.

Baby dying it's like a horrific nightmare.

Saw my life shatter before my blind eyes.

Doom is near I don't know what it implies.

See the titanic off in the distance just capsize.

Twin Towers falling down hit me by suprise.

Life is crumbling because haters just despise.

America needs patriotism and it's other allies.

Politicians dont follow what they advertise.

My brain is fried trying to help and analyze.

All my loved ones that died I still memorize.

I try my best to get the pain out pulverize.

I'll tell you im just book smart but I know.

People get popped by bloody illegal ammo.

People go suicide because they can't get out.

People die they just call them a john doe.

No one claims the body her name jane doe.

I feel it wrapping its arms around me.

My old friend.

The one who makes me pass the day.

In a world that lacks imagination.

Feel it making you stay in one place?

Wrapped in the warmth of a blanket.

Or in the arms of a partner?

Can you sense it as it creeps up on you?

Putting weight on your back and head.

Drooping, I wonder if others are guilty of my sin.

I wake to see I’ve passed the time in a stupor.

Can you see it?

I can’t. The world has grown dark.

my sin has robbed me.

No matter the amount of notability.

Your writings have capabilty.

To either hurt or inspire peoples ability.

Your writings have huge impacts on other writers.

Songwriters, screen writers, and even your smiters.

Your writings can even make your future brighter.

Be careful as a writer, don’t protray as a liar.

If you act different than the way you spell.

In absolute darkness you will dwell.

Gobbled up by the lies you tell.

Then put in a bottomless prison cell.

Big writers can be in deep trouble in just a second.

Going from legend to a person to be reckoned.

Make sure you don’t fall and learn a lesson.

That liars don’t get far, in their writings fake essence.

May your talents be fruitful in your land.

Across the rocky hills, to the dry desert sands.

May it touch the heart too those that demand.

For the feeling that they are living a life that’s grand.

May your talents be fruitful in your country.

Make it a seasoning that makes life tasty.

Let it make the country shine in it’s unseen glory.

Let it be a blessing that makes the country a great story.

May your talents be fruitful in your world.

Let it enter the core where hearts are stored.

Let every nationality feel your loving roar.

Let every slave of pain turn to a free man of galore.

I put my heart and soul into it

i bleed and sweat so that you'll see what i feel.

I dont think you understand when I say , i put my heart and soul into it

im being serious that was my everything and without your appreciation

I am nothing

I feel nothing

I just want to be fucking famous

I have noticed that a large number of people on this site (unsurprisingly, since it seems to run rampant among the creative) are either anxious, depressed, ocd, hypersensitive, or suffering some other form of mental illness or personality disorder. No shame. I have several of these.

Anyway. I have been having a hard time with dissociating lately. My writing has suffered because of it, and being as that is usually my outlet for my emotional instability it makes me dissociate more. A catch 22 cycle.

I just wanted to offer up a suggestion to everyone to something that has helped me stabilize in times like this. I rarely suggest books to people, but I have many times just mentally or physically referred to “first, we make the beast beautiful” by Sarah Wilson. It is great for not only reminding yourself that you’re not alone, but all of the great things that come from whatever diagnosis has been plaguing you. Because if I’m being honest, sometimes my emotional issues make me feel ill equipped for life (which can make life hopeless) until I look outward at the pros that come from it that emotionally “normal” people do not seem to have or experience. It’s also filled with many different coping methods, some focusing from the inside out and others from the outside in so that I can apply them situationally based. Anyway. If you haven’t read it, this is the one book I would recommend to every person. It’s great at helping you accept yourself and work on yourself in a healthy way, but it is also great for people who do not have these issues and may need some help understanding their partners or friends. Even if you feel like you’ve accepted yourself it can give you the words you may need to explain to the people around you why/how they can better accept you.

P.S. currently rereading this book myself and feeling all emotionally helpful. If anyone wants to talk, I’m always here for you.

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Aristotle interrupted Musk.

“Ethics is the philosophical school of thought concerning what is ‘good’ and what is ‘bad,’ and how we can rationally discern between the two. I taught my son, Nicomachus, that ethics is a matter of balance to achieve virtue, which leads to happiness, to thriving. For every element of personality, there is a virtue and a vice. The vice can be excess or deficiency. For instance, there is the deficiency that is poor self-esteem, the excess that is arrogance, and the virtue that is the golden mean between the two - pride - "

"I think you are making matters too complicated," Socrates interjected.

"I would agree," stated Plato.

"Virtue, ethics, morality," Socrates continued, "is a matter of ownership. What we call 'wrong' or 'immoral' or 'evil' is the result of theft. 'Murder,' for instance, is the stealing of a life. 'Lying' is the stealing of truth. Justice, therefore, is a function of rightful property distribution, in terms of the body and mind alike."

"That's all great," said Musk, "but from the standpoint of defending humanity against the potential perils of AI, we must be more specific. The devil's in the details. For example, consider a self-driving car - a fully automated means of transportation. In this scenario, the car must choose between killing a world leader versus killing 10 civilians. It has 2,500 milliseconds to decide. What is the equation? What is the right choice?"

There was a long pause.

"Enter utilitarianism," I said, casually.