Pain.
Some say it's all in the brain.
But for some reason it all comes around again.
On the heart it just leaves a stain.
Sometimes its just hard to explain.
Controlling it is hard to maintain.
Some Lead themselves to ******* and champagne.
While others let themselves go insane.
Pain just drains the brain.
Some find the pain as just a gain.
People just want their own happiness to obtain.
Pain Is like carrying a ball and chain.
Weighing heavy on the soul and brain.
Pain.
Is there really ever anything to gain?

Like a Dove my love is Life-Long, by your side I stay strong.
My wings are swift and agile, but sadly enough they are fragile.
My life is short, but I swear it will be you I will always support.
Tomorrow could be my last, No matter my past.
But here on this fence, alone I sit. how I am so unfit?
Wishing for just one chance, I promise I would give the perfect romance.
Together we could fight against any weather.
By your side I would stay strong, But I guess by your side is a place I just don't belong.

This anger flows through my veins,
It's blackened hands reaching for my throat,
Trying to bring me down,
Only memories of you can hurt me like this
the way we were,
So young and naive that it hurts
But I've come to realize that,
Yet to come is the worst
A double edges sword of love and hate,
Pierces my soul and mind,
Inner peace is something I'm to far gone to find,
I'm binded, blinded,
Yet you still run underneath my tightly shut eye lids

Years come to pass, before I open my eyes again
Silent sins plaguing me for many a day and night
Never to plague no more
As they wither we hither the steel swung
no shield for defense, immense broad my blade shall be
Love for eternity with the clash of the sword meant to heal..
Follow through with no urgency, blinded like a master
Flow severs only hate; and with the cut comes a rose
others hope to raise the broadblade we've raised within ourselves
but to no avail, weve made it far
serenity for infinity
Pulled from the stone, cut into positivity

No.
I won't do this anymore
I won't have my heart, bleeding, and feeling
And falling on the floor
Shake me to the core, I'm signing
I'll never love again!
But if I do, I'll die, just make sure that I go down swinging
Pitting, me against myself
That's all feelings have ever done
I always get my hopes up,
A never blooming rose bud
Yet the sword strikes me,
I begin pouring blood
Yet the feelings that I feel,
Will never be enough

Under the sky, where I normally stand,
I counted the number of lines on my hand
It took me a while to acknowledge each one
but at least I felt comfortable under the sun.

Then later that night, standing out in the mist,
I counted the number of scars on my wrist.
It was equal to that of the previous night
and I kept it that way for I felt it was right.

I think it's been once or maybe twice, I've hit my head when I slipped on some ice.
It's happened three times, maybe four, I've tripped over the step as I walked through a door.
Too many times, it seems to me, I've walked right into an upright tree.
Four times this week or even five, I've cut myself with butchers knives.

I used to have a tree,
It's gnarled limbs reaching skyward
No matter how often I climbed that tree,
It only seemed to grow higher

The day the rains came,
and the lightning struck my tree
I fell yo my knees,
for the tree is a piece of me,
and the lightning struck me too

This tree still stands,
In the woods, tall and mighty
It's rough, calloused hands,
Still blow in the breeze, nightly
Nothing can bring down my tree,
My tree is tall and proud
The smoking tree still stands,
And lets my friends and I, sit around
In his shade,
The countless games we've played
That he bore witness too
He still reaches up, towards a sky of brighter blue

May 1999, on my way to school on day I saw you I wanted to be with you. On the way home, I saw you again. I saw you most days.

    By June, I realised you went to our school. I felt like I knew you, but I'd never talked to you.

     In September, you were in my class. I flet a rush of hope that I finally talk to you.

      In October, I did finally talk to you. Because of a science project. Your name was Mike and you were a wiz in class.

      By January 2000, we were good friends and did a lot of projects toghther.

       At the end of June, I had changed schools. I realised that I can't live without you.

Sitting there along the shore
Where scarlet turned to grey
Her memories here from years before
Have all but faded away

The dancing trails of feet on sand
Have long since gathered dust
The warmth of walking hand in hand
Has frozen up so fast

Now all the lingering scents and sounds
That in this place remain
Remind her of love's ups and downs
But bring her only pain