Heres an old collaborative that was born into existence on this site a very long time ago.

The fighting stops,
silence reigns,
no screams ringing in my ears.
The silence tightens,
it grips me,
wringing my body through
torment, uncertanity, fear.

A tear on my cheek,
A bruise on my heart,
my uncertainty
becomes contagious.
Showers of doubt
flutter with relief
and my mind is getting clearer.

As the clouds part,
And the sun shines down,
Like a spotlight in a Broadway play,
I know I have been called on,
I know I have a purpose,
I realize we were all put on this earth to fly.
Regretfully, we waste so much time arguing,
Not nearly enough loving,
Imagine if the world could get along,
But there could be no such place,
Not in this life at least,
Everything is a test,
Every person we encounter,
They are merely a question,
To determine whether we pass or fail.
No longer needing
the blank paper,
the unanswered questions,
the number two pencils.
The youth,
the old,
everyone's got questions,
everyone wants answers.
No one really knows,
what we're all searching for.
To look beyond what we see,
to seek what is not there,
the impossible task,
of looking, searching,
for unanswerable questions.

BUT THERE MUST BE AN ANSWER,
Otherwise, such a question would not exist,
Would it,
Merely because we cannot understand it,
Does not mean it is not meant to be understood,
Why do I cry when I feel there is no need,
Why do I hate the way you look at me,
Why do I cut, this innocent skin of mine,
Why do I not feel better when I make the person who hurt me cry,
Why cant I understand myself,
Why am I even alive,
Why that no matter how many times I wish,
God won't let me just fuckin die,
WHY?

And I continue to plague,
the world with myself,
with my whys.
The answers we get,
the questions we ask,
the battles we decide,
its all in our minds.
People can't understand,
what they don't want to believe,
what's right in front of their faces,
they don't want to see.

With the growing ignorance
and the deaths of minds-
weights of shadow
fall onto our shoulders
Cascading
reflections
of this nightmare hiding
In the midst of it all
they call it
reality.

it is reality and we have to live I like the vibe of this one. it flows

It was written by three different people.

No longer needing
the blank paper,
the unanswered questions,
the number two pencils.
The youth,
the old,
everyone's got questions,
everyone wants answers.
No one really knows,
what we're all searching for.


i really connected with this part. who did you collab. with?

Honestly I dont remember. It was in the collaborative section but then disappeared. Let me do some research and I will find out.