Koleba,

Although you've been through heaven and hell,
Riches and rags
you've been tortured, beaten, blackened and blue
your family, friends and life; all gone

You survived the age,
this time of pain
you are now set free,
forever in peace

Goodbye, my little butterfly

You may cut me with your words
beat me with you books
tell the whole world to hate using only looks
or that I'm bi (no one cares anyway)
beat, bully, tease,  and hit
No matter what you do, I'll smile

My smile once held a million tears
but now it shows I've got no fear
I've been broken, I've fallen apart
but I smiled through it all
I may have scars lined upon my arms
But through the tears I smiled

I'll smile when I'm happy
I'll smile when I'm sad
I'll smile till the day I'm dead and six feet under

I think that I shall never see
The scars disappear from within me
although they may fade,
millions of stories are left untold
between gashes shinning blood red
the paths of destruction are shown
Although poems are made by fools like me
the soldiers left scars in me

What if i told you that
-the night kills me
-that it hurts me to be alive
-that my blades just across the room
-that sometimes a blades my only friend
-that most wouldn't care if I died tonight
   and no one really cares about me
What would you do?
would you tell me I'm wrong?
Scream at me for even thinking such a thing,
Or would you just walk away like everybody else,
confirming my fears?

I'm weighed down by their judgmental glances
they're watching, judging me  
from my colored hair to my ripped jeans
the scars they caused litter my arms
covered by bracelets

I'm the outcast with a smile on my face
a misfit of the ******
you beat me down leaving me in pieces
one day our roles will reverse
I'll be the bully
you'll be the outcast

look into my eyes,go forwards
then down, down, down,
under my smile to my frown
past my heart filled with scars
around my lungs that have tried so hard
through my ribs, down my spine
Stop; look up and when you barely see light
look around for a small black box, shackled and chained
then for a key pure as gold
unlock the box and watch as my my emotions burst free
and travel up full of colors so bright
travel up, up,  and up, come out of my eyes;
shining with happiness
watch as my emotions are finally freed.

Late at night a book lays open
words scribbled across the page
Regret
Hatred
Loneliness
Sadness
A pen hovers over the page
as he thinks of that one special girl
whose love chased it all away
and scribbles over all the hate, regret and loneliness
with one word...