A hypocritical post I must say.
I find only hate everyday.
Selfish humans use you,
Until they no longer need you.
You give them your heart,
And they tear it apart.
A cocked gun sounds better than their ******* anyway.
How annoying am I?
Ignoring all my calls.
Annoying no more,
Brain matter splattered on the walls.
You will never find someone as caring as me,
Now you'll never find someone as scary as me.
You made me this.
Frankenstein in a way.
No longer the person I was,
Only the creature you had to create.
My eyes will forever be carved in your mind.
The only thing you'll see when you close your eyes.
Could you have saved me?
No, you already know.
Six feet under is the way it must go.
Crazy psychopaths, I understand.
When nobody cares, it's hard to keep still.
Staring out the window sill,
Waiting for life.
Seems the only way to feel again,
Is to make majestic sculptures with a knife.
Not out of clay.
Out of flesh, during mid day.
The smell of their lies all melting away.
Rot and decay.
All that remains.
There was really nothing more there anyway.

Lately I've been feeling like my worries are sky high,
I've tried to conquer mysteries,
I've tried hard not to die.
Once blinded by the brightness,
Yet when all I see is black,
Screaming
Frantically
Searching...
Trying to find my way back.
I see the changes start to blossom,
Through winter summer spring and autumn.
So maybe if I close my eyes,
My imagination will compromise.
You see,
A wise man once said that all things must pass,
A wise man once said that nothing ever lasts.
Although,
Sometimes I wish that I could be a visionary.
I'd lead my battles from dusk to dawn.
I crash,
I burn,
I still carry on.
It's filled with love, yet hypocrisy,
And ruled with mediocrity.
The world should be a better place,
For laughter tears of joy and grace.
Because I'm finding it hard,
And I can only dream,
Tomorrow we'll just make believe.
Sharing stories under the night sky,
But tomorrow never comes,
I wonder why...
Some might say it's meant to be,
And when all is said and done,
I find myself straying on the path,
Back where I once begun.
Lately I've been feeling like my worries are sky high,
I've tried to conquer mysteries,
I've tried hard not to die.

Even in daylight everything seems blacked out,
It follows over me like a black cloud,
It makes me want to lash out,
It has me drinking until I pass out,
It has such a strong grip on me,
So many defeats I'm just waiting on a victory,
Life is a struggle,
Life is a puzzle,
Just hope I can fit the pieces together,
This thing called life has got to get better,
While most people are out having fun and drinking,
I'm sitting alone in a dark room just thinking,
With a blank stare on my face no blinking,
In my own separate mind space,
Just hoping I can find the faith,
To guide me on this journey,
To help me escape from this sickness and madness,
I guess it's safe to say I suffer from sadness.

I wear your name
like a noose around my neck.
whenever it's spoken
I choke.
one day your memory will suffocate me.
I think I might have loved you.