I paint the roses
a horrid red
because the night
is also dead
gone to black
instead of red
the thorn has pierced
my broken skin
the blood is thick
but commits a sin
the paint has dried
the night has lied
the paint is wrong
...the rose is gone

Help,
I'll say it
but only in my mind.
I need help,
but that
will never be said.
They go on,
while I'm slowly
losing control.
The pain I cause
on others,
I'll inflict on myself.
not for attention,
but as punishment.

They no longer get
that I don't care
about anyone
or anything
it's only fair
that I'm this way
ignoring questions
while they wonder how
someone so bright
can completely shut down

I can’t tell you why,

Is it when I cry?

To follow in the hate,

When they discriminate,

To the shadows I wonder,

To the crash of thunder,

I hide in fear of what they think,

It’s wrong,

The love,

The hate,

The endless debates,

Over the smallest things,

I can’t quite compare,

To the upper class,

They laugh,

I hide,

They smile,

I cry,

They punch,

They sneer,

To all that is worthless,

And I’m here to take it all,

The hits,

The bruises the leave,

The scrapes they create,

Never can compare,

To the fear the leave,

Unaware inside of me.

she pats me on the back
and reminds me to breath
while telling me
she has to leave
enlisted in the army
she told to me
I don't want to lose
whats between you and me
send letters
so time will fly
soon I'll be back
with you in my life

My headphones on,
music as high as it will go.
People staring,
saying things,
I no longer wish to know.
Pointing at my collar,
and the writing on my shoes,
not taking a hint,
or a stupid clue.
I don't want there attention,
or piercing eyes,
not there judgement,
followed by some lies.
So take the hint,
with my headphones on,
no one will notice me,
and life will go on.

Love is lost
but at what cost
to my fragile soul
with my mind withering away
why can't it all,
just be a game?