This secret you thought you could hide
This secret you thought you could keep
But did you ever think
That you were gonna die in your sleep
Secrets out
You’ve been caught
Run for the hills *******
For tonight you will be taught
The true meaning of “pain”
The true meaning of “despair”
Let us see
Now your tears I will wear

You can survive break ups
You can survive being beaten
You can survive death of others
You can survive despair
Through the blood, sweat, and tears
You've gotten through it all
But nothing can save her from herself.

Tell me you love me
Tell me you’ll never stray
Stop trying to run
You’ll never get away
Let me end it now
The pain and hurt gone
Let the killing begin
So we can be done
This pain will never end
But the killing has just began
Get ready to beg *****
As much as you ******* can

You need someone?
How should I know who you need?
Who do I need?
I need someone in my life…
How do I find that person?
If constant searching fails what are we told?
Let that person come to you.
But what if that person you need,
Your someone,
Is just like you?
Your soul mate?
What if he or she is searching just as hard as you?
But you can not find each other?
If you give up then they might give up too?
I need someone as bad as you…
I will never quit looking because if I quit…
She might quit to.
I will find her one day,
Come Hell or high water.
If she is found tomorrow or in years to come,
She will still be found.
You mustn’t give up hope.
Keep searching.
One day she will come…
I hope that day for me is rearing closer.
Because I need somebody.
I need someone.
I need to fill that hollow void…
I hope she doesn’t stop looking either…
I hope she is more hopeful than I..

What is confusion really?
If confusion is the act of being confused how do you know when you are?
When I see her I don’t think I’m confused I know the feelings are true.
But when we talk the confusion rears its head.
It isn’t an emotion?
Is it an object?
Sometimes it seems it is.
It only appears around certain people.
Around certain subjects.
You can’t be confused unless confusion is around you?
Writing this has only made me more confused about what confusion is?
Am I confusion?
Is she confusion?
Are these feelings deep down just nothing but teenage confusion?
How can I feel anymore if all she brings is never ending confusion?
This is just nothing but repetitive nonsense now?
But isn’t that what confusion always ends up being?
I guess it’s hard to answer the question,
What is confusion really?
Because it’s just to… well confusing.
Maybe it’s because she makes it that way?
I don’t know anymore.
I’m just to confused..

Has beauty ever looked you straight in the eye?
And told you that you weren’t enough
Spat in your face and put you down
If beauty is the image of perfection
Why should it be so hurtful?
Is perfection of the outside not equal perfection of the inside?
Why must you spend so much time looking for the one you believe is beauty?
Yet beauty always brings pain in reality
Why must those that are beautiful be the same as those that are harmful?
The search for beauty is the search for the wicked.
Those that are beautiful
Those that are not
Who am I to judge?
Who are you to judge?
I want to be beautiful but I do not want to be that
Beauty is within us all
But to true beauty
It is inside and out?
Or is it?
You be the judge
Or be the victim

Sickening thud as your face hits the dirt
You scream in terror as I claw at your back
I start ripping and tearing
Your screams fill the night air
I open you up and pull out your insides
Watching your eyes pour out of your skull
I find the shovel near your head and begin to dig
This trench in which you shall now lay
Shall forever be your final resting place
No body shall be left to find once I am done with you
Beg for mercy
But never get out
Your soul shall be forever trapped in your ****** dark hole