To want to speak. And not to know how.
To feel. And not to know what.
To be dead, and breathing; somehow.
And there I was;
But it didn't bother me anymore. My heart had become a harbor for ghosts.
They come. But they don't stay. But they also don't really leave.
The light knows me; however, in bits and pieces. The darkness knows me well.
You hate me..
'cause I'm the one
person you couldn't fool.
Hexes and spells just
don't work on me.
I'm the very
darkness that makes
I broke silence
to keep me from
But a monster was
lurking on the
Where do all those unexpressed emotions go?
Do they die, or maybe they just wander around inside?
Is my heart a grave yard...Or a town full of words yearning to be heard?
Maybe that's the point of it all.
Maybe we have to fall,
and we have to
break, until we cannot
I guess you like it when I'm begging.
You thought you'd always have me at your mercy.
Well you should know; even the strongest feelings fade, when taken for granted and ignored.
He is everything I'll never be; enough and appealing.
And I'm everything that he isn't; broken and entombed. Put away.
But becoming - blooming.
break like glass.
Hearts break like cables;
they bend and they twist.
It hurts a lot before they snap.
of me to think
I would heal.
I tend to
forget I've got
holes in my heart.
It can never fill.
And the bones of
all the people you buried
come back to life;
fleshless bones emerging, haphazardly...from dust.
But while all this used
to frighten me,
It all now just makes
me feel more alive.
You gave back only a fraction of what I gave. Leaving me to wonder where all the other pieces went.
And I gave you all of me.
came too soon.
he knew the inevitable,
he never expected
he'd fade away
Words meant for you, I told someone else.
When I should be in your arms, I find myself lying some place else.
She drunk his sweet
words like poison;
She knew they would **** her eventually.
She wore his
compliments like bait luring
the demons. She knew they were coming.
Just to know how it feels. "Put dracula in charge of the blood bank"
But if you chased my
demons away, what am I
really left with?
Angels don't know what
it's like to be an
Maybe something I don't know about happened in the past.
Perhaps someone took away my heart.
Or is it just me?
Because everyone I meet makes me feel like I'm just so hard to love.
And now...they find it odd, that I like it so much in the dark.
And at some point, you will forget that you forgot.
- then tears start to fall
You carry my worth
in your eyes.
Like the moon
and the sea with his tides;
you make me fall.
you make me rise.
I have myself to blame.
Every "stop" sign I knocked down is a witness.
...and this is what you've taught me; how to love someone deeply, and not want them close.
So this is what you've done. You kept me warm: and now I know to feel the cold.
Its really hard to escape,
When the thing you're running from is yourself.
I had to stop.
Because what else is left to give, when you give it all you got?
do not love the
darkness after all.
Maybe we are
just forced to be the
things we're not.
Sometimes you can feel the void. The emptiness. You can feel the wind blow through the chambers of your heart. And sometimes, there's a haunting silence; the sound of ghosts of all the people I've ever loved.
You can throw me to the wolves, they won't hurt me. The wolves know my scent. We howl at the moon together.
You can take me to the demons, they don't terrify me. The devil knows my name. We spend nights together.
You can give me up to ghosts so they haunt me. Oh! How they like it; this void in my chest, where my heart used to be.
You took my worth
with you when
should I be mad,
when all you did was
just take back what you gave.
"I've got an infinite number of places to go, the problem is where to stay."
Just that sometimes it gets really heavy!
"Just how dark?" They ask.
"Sometimes I give the devil quite a scare," I reply.
The night is cold. The night is long.
I'm talking to people, but they don't hear me.
'Cause they're all gone.
You loved me like they do in the movies.
Perhaps thats the reason why it ended.
Candles burn out,
I gave her my heart, but she never cares for it.
It just sits there...
Sometimes I ask for nothing but a feeling
Somedays all that I want is to just feel something;
A little worth. A little pain. A little love maybe.
Not one of them knows me. They think I'm lost, when I just know many ways.
I have all this inside of me, but to them its just words.
You squeeze all the
love out of me.
Then you leave me
on poles to dry, hanging.
Don't get too close.
I e x p l o d e!
I was just trying to save the little that was left of me.
I didn't know.
Putting out the flames, when emotions set you ablaze just turns your heart cold.
Sometimes you mean just a little. And sometimes you mean nothing at all.
— The End —