Fate not good at humor thing,
Smile of mine looks like a grin-
What am I? Why did I happen?
What did I do wrong?

Wish of death from inner voice
This is ever be my choice?
All that I can do now
Is to sing my songs

My 'gold' eternity: endless fear,
The pain of memories that disappear
Finites fail at trying to warn me
But I'm not lonely here.

Wisdom finite? Little child?
Away from me, separate miles,
Avoid contact with these hands
Can take you to the Spirit Realm.

We can live in Cyanide Castle
World of pains and of much tassels
I cannot trust me
Is my life a lie?

They say I'm so-called "smarter" than my peers,
Very wise, compared to those my years,
I'm afraid I know too much fear
I'm forced to keep me quiet

Landed in a trap, falling forever
I don't know what I am and what did I do wrong?
But someway, I swear, I'll put me back together
But all I can do for now is to sing my lament songs.

Really want me to be a kind of silence
My ways to ahieve can be very self-violence
No one hears me
I don't need 'reality'
Find comfort in this "stage."

All that you see
These poems, they're my autobibliographies
Sometimes temporary change.

Telling you my many stories
Don't know why but I'm really sorry
Rules dictates me that I shouldn't
Raise a riot

They just won't let me go
Your tears, don't cry, think on my "shows"
I'm afraid I know too much, I fear
I'm forced to keep me quiet


Please?
Don't hold it against me,
I don't want to scar your judgement
We don't know all that I've been through?

Topsy turvy
The way you twist and turn me
Don't leave me lonely
Come ******* honey

Upside down
Your spinning me around
Wearing out my gown
Now don't you make a sound

Vice versa
Right now I really love ya
You're so out, really fa
You are my shining sta

Honeycomb
In your arms I belong
Of you I'm very fond
By my side you should come

Lost in my thoughts again
They're dark and I can't seem to hide
Nightmares are speaking again
The lurk around to hunt me down

"Don't cry, Jojo, it's all ok."
These lies I tell myself each day.

Why THEY say that I'm a friends
About me, much, they do not care
When I need them the most
They are always never there.

"Don't cry, Jojo, it's all ok."
These lies I tell myself each day.
theseliesitellmyselfeachday

I got no time,
I got no time to live!
I got no time to live
And I can't say good bye

I am regretting having memories
Of my friends, who they used to be
(Beside me) before they left me to die!

And I know this is,
I know this is the truth
'Cause I've been staring at my death so many times (in the mirror)
The scary monsters roams in my mind's halls
I wish that I could shut them out
And stay awake until its my death's time

Overthinking's on, do from dusk till dawn
I got this headache and my life's on the line
I felt like I won, but they weren't done
The nightmares repeats theirself every time

Trying to keep my calm, and to carry on
Just think away until it's my death's time

But I'm not so strong, and they are not gone
They're still out there to take what's left of my mine!

I have this urge,
I have this urge to ****,
I have this urge to **** and show that I'm alive!
I'm getting sick from these apologies
From people with "priorities"
That their life matters so much more than mine!

But I'm shivering
And stuttering again
They say they listen yet they do not understand

Because I'm crying as much as I speak
Cause no one likes it when I shriek
Don't want to go back to when it all began.

Hello Poetry,
HePo, Hello Poetry!
Would you come with me?
Won't you? Would you follow me?

Take me to a world of fantasy
Reading poems all day
Writing poems all night

Hello Poetry
You are meant for me
You are just right.

Thrashing around with force, yeh
Never lived a situation so hopeless
The one who gives and keeps me alive
Has hatched the beast inside

It has been awaken
Control and strength it is gaining
My mind, it is breaking
But with no choice, the pain I keep taking

She says that mind's alright, goo
But I know that it's surely
I would **** me, if I could
But it'll make people sad

Must always think of someone else
Someone who isn't me
I am always giving help,
But for two years now, waiting for
Someone to give help to me

N.B.P.
N.B.P.
No Breaking Point
For me?
N.B.P.
N.B.P.
Writing away on a page
Is the only way I can express
What was anger now is rage

They disobeyed,
But I suffer
Did things their own way
Nearly caused a murer
(Me)
Need I say more?
What are my people for?