We AreThe mirror reflection reveals a girl too fatAnd no amount of starving or purging can change thatYet tonight no effort to be "pretty" will happenBecause tonight she sees "beautiful" in that reflectionAcross the room is a boy who never speaksThe crazy one who hangs out with freaksTonight, however, he'll be one of usWe'll all be psychos so he can be off focusIn the bathroom is the girl with the reputationJudged and ridiculed, she lives in isolationTake her hand instead of walking byTell her tonight it's ok to cryTo the boy who drinks in silence every nightDrowning away the pain so reality doesn't biteThrow away that bottle, pull him to his feetWe'll claim victorious over those memories instead of defeatFor the ones standing on the corner, passing it aroundThe high captivating their lungs and blood boundThrow away the needles, cigs, and powderLet's live one last night being soberThis is for the kid covered in bruises and mutilated skinThose scars of theirs weaves a lay
galaxiesEven the brightest galaxieshave their fair shareof blackholes
paintingsthat state of mind when you slip between being awakeand falling asleepthat pause between heartbeats right beforeyou exhalethat's all she is.An idea, a fantasy, a painting you fall in love withand you stop and stare every timeyou get the chanceShe is real.In another place, another time, another lifetime.But she will never be the smoke that illuminatesyour lungsshe will never be the blood that screamsthrough your veinsshe will never be the clothes that grazeover your skinshe will and only can,stare back.With relentless eyes that some momentsyou think sparkle like stars melting in the sunrisebut other times seem black and endlesslike the nightHer face is emotionless,no matter how many times you try to make her smileyou seem to only make her cry.She looks upon you with no judgement,yet you feel itin your soul, your heart, your skinThere are the times where you sit and waitwaiting for somethinga noise, a wink, a breath, ...somethingBut her face will simply sta
ForgivenShe keeps a black box under her bedwhere she soaks every wrong word,every imposing actand stores them away.Only to open that lock each nightand gaze upon the clustered hateto only feel the blades againand again.So when things start to go alrightshe can smear the box's contentson your skin and taint youbecause you never will beforgiven.
opening upI felt the heat of your fingers againstthe cracks of my frameMuscles tensed as your touch rantoo close to my bonesStretching pain rose while your nailsgrated and pried into my chest cavityMelting warmth and dry cold met when yourhot breath moved the icein my heart
Let meCome here, love.Let me run my fingersover your scars,smearing blood across your virgin skinLet me seethe poison plaguingyour heartLet me feelyour breath against my chestthinner and thinner as you gaspfor airLet me catchall the tears that floodyour eyes and painsLet me pressyour fragile bones against mefrom the coldLet me breatheinto your hairfighting your demons as they growLet me feel your painmake me shakemake me crymake me bleedmake my soul drip with venommake your demons fester on meand not you
The EncounterI saw him at the grocery store on a Thursday. His hair was cut shorter then before and he looked as pale as the moon. He was wearing that gawd awful jacket with the brown stripes around his thin frame. It had been 6 months. Maybe more. To be honest it felt like a million years was passing between the minutes.Some would probably accuse my actions of staring at this man for so long rude. And it was, so please don't argue with me. Now...you don't know this man. But I do. Or....I did. He was someone very special to me, but I soon realized that the entire relationship was nothing but fake smiles and pretend make up on his end. Which hurt. Although I did fight through it and I still tried to be helpful, even though I knew it was in vain and he didn't give two fucks about me. I wanted more then anything to be close to him. Even if he pushed me away.He had attempted suicide on countless days the year I met him. He would talk to me every night, and we would stay up until dawn talking. For so
No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereButterflies and daffodils and happiness so pureSunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could beHidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't seeShining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the princeTwirling with excitement, though the others weren't convincedDear intimidation, did you find it to be trueAll I ever needed was an overdose of youSilly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mindMaking me abandon every daydream I could findLost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and deadFar too weak to turn around, yet scared of things aheadDear destructive tendencies, I feel it's time to hearYou were all I had when nothing else seemed to be nearEverything so out of reach, too far for me to seeI decided I would choose the needle next to meSlicing through my very skin to feel something once moreWeeping through the satisfaction I could not ignoreDear imagination, can't you be the thing you were?Lookin
I'm Just a KidI'm just a kid,So please stop trying to change me.Don't stuff me into monkey-suits,Don't push me towards harsh reality.Stop asking me to grow up,Stop asking me to mature.I want to relish what I have,Not have it snatched away from me.I'm scared of facing the world alone,Yet that's exactly what you're asking me to do.I'm still a child,I still need support.Don't oblige me to face the future,I still have time to figure it out.Don't put me in a situationThat requires an adult.I'm not a grown-up,So don't demand so much from me.I'm nothing but a kid,So please let me enjoy that.
My Own Worst EnemyMy Own Worst EnemyI ‘m not afraid of any man or woman, what can you do to me?Hurt me? Bully me? Bruise me? Break me?You’ve already done that, and it hasn’t stopped meI’m not afraid of any of you, because you are not like himYou think you are bad? You think you can hurt me?You are nothing, nothing compared to himMy own worst enemy.You think you know me? He knows me betterYou’ve had only minutes, hours, days, weeksHe has had all my life to know everythingEverything I feel afraid of, ashamed of, hurt byAnd use it to make my waking moments akin to hellYou are nothing, compared to himMy own worst enemyEvery mistake, every failure and every heart-breakIt brings a smile to his face, my pain is his pleasureHe exists only to drive the final nail in my coffinAnd worst of all he is patient, he will wait all my lifeWhen you start to get too rough I can escape, you can never catch meBut he knows all my getaway tunnels and is waiting at the en
My Scars Prove You Wrong (original song)Scars on the surface, on my skinLook at the wounds to know, where i've beenThrowing me against, my own wallsBut I've learned to fly, when i fallAnd I know my scars are only on the surfaceAnd I know that I, I, I am not worthlessNo matter how they break me, i'm unbreakableNo matter how they hurt me, i'm invincibleYou know a heartKeeps on bleedingWhen it breaks it goes on beatingI, I'll keep on keeping on'Cause my scars prove you, wrong.
BullyShh.Shut up.Don'tSayAnything.Run.Faster.Faster.Faster.Stop.Scream.Fear.Die.Demons in the shadowsTwistingTurningStaring.Watch yourselfBleeding.Quiet now.Hush, child.They'll find a wayTo get you.Beatings, swallowing you.Scars, defining you.You.Breaking.Crying.Dying.After allYou know you're weak.You can't fight a bullyWhen the bully's inside of you.
HatredSomeone please save me from the tears that I've cried. Someone please take away the times that I've tried. But hurt you deep down inside. Please,someone take me and make me better. For the times I made you sadder. I hate me for being so rude. I hate me for hurting you. I hate me for what I truly am not. I hate me for being a jerk. I hate me, it's true I don't smirk.I hate myself for putting You through pain. I hate me for being so vain. I hate that my words at times hurt. I hate me for that one time I treated you like dirt. I hate what I am when I hurt you. I hate that it makes you sad and feel like I deserted you.I never wanted it to be that way. But I'm dumb and stupid and say the wrong things. I'm ashamed I even said the things that I did. I'm sorry, I was childish. My own worst enemy is me. But he hurts you too and that's not what I want to see.I hate me for being....so dumb.
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesMonsters, destruction, and sweet butterfliesHopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screamsBeautiful dresses now torn at the seamsCrayons and paintbrushes, villains and grinsYoung, gladsome innocence, hatred and sinsLittle red houses on roads left to fadeGorgeous moonlight shining off of the bladeBlood pouring out as she cries her own nameKnowing she's forced to take each bit of blameShe could have stopped it and left it behindAll of these things in her troubled young mindShe could have saved them if she dared to tryRather, though, she left herself there to die.Now, others watch as she sits on the groundKeeping their distance and letting her drownIn her own worries and things she won't tellWaiting for her mind to kill her as well…
Daddy, Please Daddy....Daddy, don't lie to me, I wanna knowWhere is she hiding, and why did she go?Daddy, don't lie to me, please, pretty pleaseIt's like I can hear her voice within the breeze.Daddy, don't lie to me, where did she run?Daddy, I know all the things you have done.Daddy, don't lie to me, I've seen her scarsHidden from me like the faraway stars.Daddy, don't tell me, I don't wanna hearI'm hoping these thoughts are just worries, just fears.Daddy, don't tell me, I can't stand the factsI just wanna think this is some silly act.Daddy, I love you, you know this is trueBut honestly, why do you do what you do?Daddy, I saw you when you pushed her downShe screamed and she cried, and you made not a sound.Daddy, I saw you when you stabbed her backShe fell to the floor and again, you attacked.Daddy, I saw when you stole her goodbyesAnd Daddy, I saw when you silenced her cries.Daddy, don't lie to me, I know the truth...You hurt her, you killed her, you've darkened my youth.Daddy, don't hu
CanvasLet her paint a masterpiece,Let her paint a lieLet her paint a word inside the shining silver skies.Let her paint a mystery,Let her paint a sinLet her paint the things that lie in darkness deep within.Let her paint a masterpiece(but this time there's a twist)Make the brush a blade and let the canvas be her wrist...
burntCareful picking up a match thatis already burnt .One false move and I'll justcrumble .