Music saves me everyday
It gives me the strength
It sends me away
It's length
I move and sway to the song
Thinking... I belong
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
Why do they call crushes crush?
I walk by you and start to blush
You smile at me and I think I died inside
I realize you smiled at her and I start to cry
Meaning of crush is they crush your heart
They mess with your feelings, tear you apart
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
I can hear the voices.
That make me question all my choices.
If a heart is broken..
Is it just a lose of a token?
Are we really living?
Or are we just believing, Believing in the false thought that this world is glorious.
When we are high
do we see eye to eye?
If drugs are illegal.. why cant the government tell us why?
is it because it shows us the real world instead of the image that will die?
The mind is a tricky thing.
It does nothing but ring.
ringing its bells of Screams!
Why do we question, is it because we want more or is it just the fact that we start to feel our dreams fade?
Is this all just a rade?
Inside the mind.
There we find the secrets behind.
We have the wish that this all could be divine.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
She's the one who makes others feel better.
her heart seemed to come to a slow pitter.
Nobody noticed the fake smiles and hidden scars.
covering her arms and hiding her feelings she looks to the stars.
How could someone so perfect learn to hate her own guts.
despite all of the many cuts, she is beautiful.
But as she was falling into the fade.
A boy came and fell as well, he fell as her hearts aid.
Once he left he tore a piece away from her heart.
Now she sits low, trying not to let herself scatter apart.
She just couldn't take the pain inside, she didn't want the monster.
she grabbed her razor and ripped and cut till she finally felt numb enough that the monster was gone.
But the monster ended up being her own emotional mind.
She dug into her arm while she was just a little blind.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
It crawls it's way to me
I don't see
It silently comes over
Whilst I am on the phone, talking to my lover
I suddenly feel a shiver up my spine
I look and see it's deep black eyes
It's fangs dripping saliva, I imagine venom
I scream, thinking It is a felon
Robbing me of my fate
I soon begin to hate
This thing that will tear me down, **** me
Its soulless eyes shall never see
The book I am about to hit it with
It jumps up and I scream, ****
I jump around, terrified of this thing
I scream so shrilly, I begin to sing
Eyes
Hypnotize
It begins to bite
I start to fight
Evil demon must die
Spiders...made me cry
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
There was a very sad little girl.
her whole world was in a wurl.
Her mother was sick.
Her father was a ****
She prays each and every day.
That she could at least be gay.
After she lay awake, she saw a shooting star.
She made a wish that one day she will go far!
The next day her mother became well.
Her father didn't have to dwell.
She had a chance to smile.
And she done just that.
she smiled Forever!
<3
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
Welcome to Men Tal's Asylum
Would you like a room?
Oh, you're here for a visit?
Don't keep your hopes up, soon will come your doom
You see that man in the rocking chair?
Why, that's Old Sir James
He was a devoted knight
Who loved to play horrid games
And that girl giggling to herself?
That's little Mary
She killed both her parents
Convinced she sacrificed them to a fairy
Those twins in the corner?
That's Tommy and Sue
They burned the town folk
And even ate a few
The regal woman in the straightjacket
Is Queen Opal Mead
She killed her son and husband
And crazily laughed her head
The boy being restrained over here?
That is Kendall Fair
He killed his sister an hour ago
And ate all of her hair
Our last and final stop is a room
A mirror and bad news, don't you see
Those patients you saw never existed
But your stay here is free!
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
He loved Christmas
The cold, the sounds
How the smell of food passed
And trees weigh a thousand pounds
He smiled at the little children and the Santas
And waved at the moms
He paid his dues to the Church
And donated home made balms
He was a simple man
He loved to paint
He went home and smiled
His little home was very quaint
He went to the basement
Got out his brush and started to go
The body next to him was still
He loved the sight of blood on the snow
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
I am so very sorry mother.
Even to my only brother.
I made one of my biggest mistakes..
My promises are the ones who breaks.
My idiotic maturity.
they make my soul impurity.
I beg of you mother, please forgive me..
You don't know just how sorry I'll be.
I love you mother and im so sorry.
Just sit with me and look at the sky, Isn't it starry?
Please don't be mad.
Im trying so hard not to be bad.
Im sorry mother.
I'll try to be another.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
The most beautiful time of the year.
But not for me my dear.
My most closest has departed,
Just when my little soul started.
Mother misses you.
Don't worry I do too.
Why did you have to leave?
Now we all sit and greave.
There is so much cheer!
But not over here.
The snow is so very white.
It glistens with fright
Christmas, So beautiful..
But deep and dark is the only truthful!
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC