My Scars from LifeI feel the scarson my soulwill never fade away.The cut are so deepthat they won't ever heal.The wounds are from battlewith myself and othersAnd from carrying burdensI was not meant to carry.What has the world done to me?Why has it scarred me this way?More importantly,What scars did you contribute?
The Light in DarknessThere will always bedarknessdespairpovertyand warBut there will always be a lightno matter how smallto look to.We just have to believe it's there.Our light has a name.It's Hope.
Alone, Never AgainAloneWandering through the fogwith no lightno guideAlonebutI see a glowFar away, faintbut it comes closerand, holding the light, I see,My guide,a companiona friendAlone?Never again
Love is LoveLove is Love.Love will always be Love.No matter who it is.Boy and BoyGirl and GirlBoy and Girl.Love is Love.Love will always be Love.Why can't people just accept it?BoyfriendsGirlfriendsBest Friends.Love is Love.Love will always be Love.And that's the way it should be.
My Own Yellow Brick RoadThere is a path I must follow.Fate and coincidence will lead me.Things will try to lead my astray,but I won't let them.I knowat the end of this yellow brick roadI will find my Oz.Then, there really will be somethingover the rainbow.
A GuardianI need a signsomething, anythingto let me knowyour here with me.That you won't leavewhen times get tough,That you'll stay with me.I'll need a shoulder to lean onwhen the world is crumbling around me.Promise you'll stay.I'll need some form of hope.
This Sadness InsideWhy is it that I feel sounloved?dejected?put down?What is about you,that you won't let me choose?One push is enough.I can't take this.This sadness inside
Here but InvisibleInvisibleThat's what I seem to be.It seems no one knows I even exist.I'm surprised some people even know my name.All I hear is "Who's that?"or "I didn't know she was here."It seems no one knows I'm here.It's not like they care.InvisibleThats what I am.But, I'm here.I've always been here.
Dear WorldDear World,I'm tired,very tired,of those names you call me,how you put me down,and the pain you give.It's not fair?Why focus on me?I guess it's better this way,you hurt me, rather than the people I care about.But, I suppose it doesn't bother you one bit.I hurts that I'm broken, scarred, and useless.But I'm tired now.I have said what I needed to.I have shed my last tear.I will soon take my last breath.You made me who I am, World.I hope you're happy.
I Don't Have A Title For This OneDon't say helloIf you can'tHandle a goodbye,Put up with the rain,Hide your broken memoriesWith tears the rain hides..Misery comes,Love, pain happiness..FadesIf a hello comes again..The goodbye..Wasn't the last one
Just to FeelI would cutjust to feel the painjust to knowthat my life was worth itEvery inch on my armevery inch on my legI would cutjust to feel the pain deep insideTo watch the blood pour downto cry in happinessI would cutjust to know that I still feelCutting my skinburning it completelyI would suffer in agonyjust to see if I still feelEvery scar that is thereevery inch that I cutit just proveshow much my life was worth itI would cutjust to feel the painto know that Im still aliveto know that I still feelFeeling of painfeeling of tortureI would cutto know that I still feelIn this world...
StupidYou're not stupid. Just beyond the boundaries of intelligent.
Why am I with you?"Why am I with you?"A question you seem to ask a lotMany answers can fall underWas it your face?The way you laugh?How you look for the best of me?Is it your personally?The way that we are different in many ways but we still work it outBut yet on a deeper level are the sameIs it that I still love you?Even when my heart is fill with anger or when I was just crankyI still try to see though and think back to the girl that was so innocentBeginnings were rough for usYou know that, I know thatIt is good to have reminder once in a while that we still care to one anotherBut now I walk alone on this road of broken dreamsWhere you used to walk beside meIs now left is a shadow of a broken beingI look back to see if you were still thereBut I know you move on, to a better lifeI was just a stepping stone for youI wish it didn't fall apart like thisI wish I could of turn back the clock to do it all overBut just this time do itI am with you because I gave you joy and happiness i
Why do You?You were the best that ever happened to meso why did you turn out to be this way?Do you even care about meor care that I'm still here?What has happenedthat made you to turn out this way?Why do you not talk to mewhy do I feel so left out?Do you even caredo you even know if I'm still alive?Why do you pretendthat I'm not here?What has happenedthat made me become close to youDo you understandthat I care, that I worry?Why have you hurt me....why have you made me cry...Do you even understandthat you meant a lot to me?Never had a siblingnever had a true familyso why did you hurt meor was it your intention all along?Why do I bother tryingwhy do I bother caringwhen Im just gonna end upwhere I was all along...Do you even caredo you even understandwhy do youmake me feel that I'm worthless...
DeathI'm not afraid of death, afraid to die.Afraid to sit, and watch time pass me by.I've come to realize, death shouldn't be feared,It should be honored, cherished, revered.Time wears on, and we wear thin.Till there's nothing left, but bone and skin.Your time will come, don't ever doubt that.So why don't you greet it, with a tip of your hat?
My Heart is on a StringMy heart is on a string,It hangs upon a stageAs you tug and pull and swing.My heart is in a cage,Sad and lost and weary,Rehearsing words upon a page.This act has made me dreary,These lights are far too bright,This plot is bleak and bleary.This puppet life, it is not right,But where else can I go?I’m still as my feet run and fight.This act is all I know,And my heart knows naught beyond this cage,My life’s become the show.Though my mind may thrash and rage,My heart won’t leave this wretched stage.
Am I Crazy?Am I crazy for loving you?They tell me that I must beThey say that you're awfulAnd that you're using meYet, I cannot believe itNay, I refuse to believe itThe words spoken frustrate meMore than you imagineI love youDoes that make me crazy?
FadingI stand alone watching my pointless life fade a way,why not pull up a chair and watch it with me.It wont take long theres not much to see.I am ready to die. i have cried for the lest time.After every thing I am still here hurting just like you left me waiting to die.watching it all pass by. Its fading away and i stand alone,so why not pull up a chair I promise it wont take long.
HauntedI hear this haunted voice; it whispers liesIt keeps me up at night; it plays my fearsAllowing no sleep for these tired eyesTelling me things that I don't want to hearAm I really heartless or am I numb?Is this simply darkness of am I blind?Try to claw my way back into the sunLeave a bloody trail for others to findFollowing the sound of a lonely heartBrought only false hope that I might be freedI was led astray in the howling darkThe one way out is through the blood I bleedI've given up hope of living in peaceI only wish now that my heart would cease
I miss youI miss youwith all of my heartIMissYouI. n the darkness when the sun is hidden behind the earth,M. y heart aches to see you again.I. want to hear your voice, and, for all it's worth,S. orry,for feeling, being so insane.S. o sorry for not being everything you needed when,Y. ou took my hand and said you loved me.O. ut of fear I held back a while but some how, some then,U. nder all of my doubts you broke the skin, you could seeMy love for you broke free.andI.Miss.You.
UntitledPalms balmy with chlorophyllI would clench lighter fluid between spider print finger tipsPalms slick with perspiration and adrenalinCheap liquor to give us a mediocre buzzWatered down whisky and crumpled cigarettesWe'd slink into broken down kiddie parks, quiet and unwantedKicking our legs to the skies in an attempt to life ourselves off the earthBut wax melts far too quickly and a nosedive into the earth's coreSeems strangely appealing, I guess we're the kids parent's warn their children aboutI can hardly doubt them, we are patchwork masochistsFinding solace in flowering bruises and cross hatched stitchesPick pocketing pennies hoping to strike it rich one dayThey sit in a jar on my windowsillRusting and coppery, they smell like blood.
VictimMenacing eyes,Cruel smiles,Hurtful words,All of them aimed directly at me.I roam the corridors all alone,Dragging my head towards the tiled floor,Not daring to lift my head up,In fear that I may be mocked once again.Endless tears,Countless pains,Discouraging truths,Why am I doing this to myself?I look in mirror with disgust,Wondering why I was created this way,I can't keep lying to myself,Can't keep saying I love my life when I don't.
There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,There is no place for justice or mercy.There is no place for true love anymore,It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.There is no place for me in this world,Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.There is no place for a hero in this world,The knight in shining armour must go unheard.There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,The winds of mourning passing through me.There is nowhere in this world for me...There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.
I see the moonI see the MoonMoving in it's arc across the heavensI wish I could be that freeAnd the Moon sees meThe Moon sees the somebody I'd like to seeWhy can I see something so far awayyet I can't seem to see myself?I see the MoonIf I were the MoonWould I continue circling this broken planet?And the Moon sees meThe Moon sees the somebody I'd like to seeDoes the Moon really seeThe person I'd like to be?
ParanoiaParanoia.I don't want to be this way.But I can't help but feel this way.No matter what you doOr what comforting words you say.My over active mind will not allow me to believe it.My weary blood shot eyes will not allow me to see it.Even though my attentive heart is able to receive it.My thoughts and my imagination will corrupt and deceive it.And that's why no matter how much I love you.For some reason I will always feel cheated.So please don't blame yourself because you have done more than enough.You have proven yourself and have provided me with so much love.There are only so many false accusations you can take.There are only so many false promises I can make.There are only so many times I can make that same mistake.Until I foolishly recognize what is actually at stake.How long will you have to accommodate my insecurities?How long will it take for me to completely trust you?Until you begin questioning my emotional maturity.There are only so many times I can say "I a
Fall From GraceAn angel will fallTheir wings tarnished and brittleUnable to holdTheir light diminishedDarkness envelopes their soulTheir cries are unheardThe look to their lordBut his gaze has turned awayLeaving them to fallThey extend their armHoping for someone to comeStop them from fallingBut no one will comeLeft to crumble and die outAs they fall from grace
The Hidden TruthShe smiles, she laughs, she paints away,On the tips of her happiness is how goes the day.She prays, she hopes, she dreams legit,To forget the regrets that she once commit.She is, she was, an angelic child,Now addicted to pain is how gone wild.She tries, she pretends, to again be so happy,Such a shame her life has turned so scrappy.She tries, she wishes to again be so her,A prince shall come to make her feel so pure.
Trapped Within MyselfHelp meI'm trappedin hopes, dreams, expectationsin fears, doubts, and lossSomeone help meSet me freeI can't do it by myself