I feel like a pencil sketch & you're the artist.
You make me who I am & yet you'reheartless.

You are made of nothing & I'm made of love.
When you don't like something, I look up to see your eraser above.

Making me disappear from your mind.
For you have left me behind.

Bleeding slow, dying is a go.
Crying at night, in my mind i'm putting up a fight.
A fight to stay sane, but the demons are the ones who gain.
Gain the control over me, making me suffer with pain.
The colors are fading, and the darkness is spreading.
Most days and nights i'm alone, as an emo i am known.
Known for being depressed and goth, for i am dying slow like a sloth.
Wanting to end it all, i'm going down with a big fall.
I'm sick and tired, my mind feels like its wired.
Wired like a device, like robot mice.
Just pull the trigger, or buy me liquor.
For i am done, just give me the gun.

Helping People Who Don't Need Help
Is Like
Watering Artificial Flowers

Why Bother?

Sometimes its not the people who change-
Its the mask that falls off.

Sometimes change could be because of something magnificent-
Or change could be for the worst.

Sometimes you can love someone with all your heart-
Or you hate someone with all your guts.

Sometimes people can say thing and it'll mean the world-
Or the could just say it to say it and not mean it at all

Sometimes is a scary word when you think about it-
But sometimes it's worth it.

Who are we some people will ask
We are all different inside like we are wearing a mask

Some might say we are civil
Other say we are uncivil

It doesn't matter
Cause we will all scatter

To survive is far more difficult then to live
And we take more than we give

Is it our fault we want to still have a life
And we give up someone else’s with words sharp as a knife

So I ask, “Who are we?”
My answer- A creature still fighting to be free