"Well doctor it's like this" I've been stuck in this abyss Since I've been depresses I've been swimming in a plague of sadness Somebody needs to cure me No, not cure but secure me Everybody has a story Even though mines is lonely The first two words start with this " I'm sorry"
I've always been told to stay true But what does staying true get me through? I know blatant hypocrisy when I see it you who hides your face, and never reveals it Behind those painted, pretty masks of makeup Maybe I should try and clean your mess up
After all, real beauty is not in the color of your lips but in the color of your heart
I can no longer tell day from night all I know is that I must fight for I shall never be all right or ever see the light because everyday is another way to tell me you're lost in the world among the human eye but it's too late to say goodbye so goodnight
Beauty is a curse stronger than the universe confusing and innocent yet filled with evil and arrogance Beauty is a power in the powerless given to the people who are armless making them confident and fearless Beauty is a privilege though causes many a damage involuntary and harmful beauty isn't pretty because pretty isn't you
It's a silent world An empty abyss Snow around me, whirls The world's best, just like this Piano notes dance, around my head Every key, intense Each moment Piano keys dance They Prance Piano keys, They dance.
I can't I can't save you from someone invisible I can't help you if you push me away You cry every night but 'till this day I cant help you from the nightmare you are most afraid I can't save you from yourself
how is it to feel? and have it all be real how is it you woe? and not let people know How is it you paint? With those red colors that make you faint Why is it I care? you tell me not to, and that's not fair After all the things we've been through Why wont you let me paint too?
walk among the dirt with all that you are worth to find the only thing besides your daily fling now go away poor child your time is running out you're running out of time for you have committed a crime now dear child you're running out of lies it's too late to cry now chime your last goodbye's
why are they all looking at me what have I done wrong I'm not the one who's fear are dogs our listens to ******* songs I don't come from another planet no I'm as normal as they come Then why are they treating me like I'm a void in the sun I've done my best to fit in but it's not working out I just have to find a way to cancel all my doubts and be who I've always wanted to be Be who I am the person of which I am an utmost fan
I . . . am afraid To regret to be aid to revenge I feel fear the end is near it's inevitable this future it's coming this moment I do not want to be aid But I cannot help but say "I . . . am afraid"
What burned you to the core What made you insane and want the lust for blood more what made you rash and give up your future in disdain who took advantage of you and gave your future a detour Who crowded your head and made you unsure of the life you lived and whether you were pure
You....... it's my fault... nobody understands anymore.... I want to die...... and commit suicide no longer afraid no more aids goodbye because we've had a good run but before you leave grab that knife and end my misery now it's time to mingle with the dead trees
I don't turn back as I stare at the screen I don't try to crack some personality in me I have every inspiration and it's all for me even though it goes to a certain degree I silently sit weeping my poetry
how can already broken hearts heal yours don't they understand it's not worth trying to heal an already broken heart now as cold as the night is the heart in your sight meant to guide you through the night
On a mission,a bird flew Dodging rock and branches people threw Meeting rain and snow as drenched him cold He loved the sight, but wasn't this bold
The wind was rough the sees were astorm They swatted him from the sky and watched him mourn A cold road was where he landed With paralyzed bones he cried stranded
*Oh beautiful sky you mock my blue You were my home, now what do I do? Everyone is passing ignoring my cry I'd do just anything to fly!
I lay hollow everyday know people to greet no games to play I write because it's my forte At least that's what I know because I'm ever so hollow because I have know one to follow
As a child you would listen As an adult you would speak and speak and speak As a child you would listen and learn and learn and think why must we do such things?
happy people do happy things when they feel people are sad little people do big things when they feel people are bigger normal people do weird things when they feel they aren't enough