I have a streak of suicide
                                  Wait you like me better When i speak in lies
                                                     So i won't die
                                                                ­       I'll live my life
                               A reason to be isn't beyond me
                                                              ­  I will stay awake even as i wish to dream
                        I won't give anymore silent screams
                                                         ­                  Give me no reason to stay
                                                           I'll be here waiting for my final days to end naturally

I fear for the day.
The day that someone finds my scars.
Someone will put the pieces together.

I fear the thoughts on my mind.
The mind I once loved,
The one that now wants to **** me.

I fear becoming that cliche girl.
The girls that I thought didn't really exist.
The depressed, suicidal girls that I have morphed in to.

I fear fear.
Fear is holding me back.
Fear is controlling my life.
**** the fear, not yourself.

Your love surrounds me, keeps me whole

makes me feel I have a loving soul

which responds to you like a moth to flame

tell me, my love, do you feel the same?



Do you think of me in your every hour?

do you long for my touch, without which you’d expire?

do you find yourself wondering ‘what shall I do?’

if my love is not there, tell me, do you think this too?



If love is not sure,  if there is doubt,

if your love is absent, do you search about

for the reason inside you, are you the source

of the eternal question, ‘Do you love me?’……..  answer ‘Yes, of course’.

I may be wrong about a lot
But I’ve yet to be proven wrong
Love was never built to last
We just need to move on

Some may say that it’s not right
But you go right ahead
I will never, ever want this fight
An open book waiting to be read

But the book is a tough read
Some say hard to put down
While others tend to disagree
They threw it on the ground

I’m still waiting for that one day
When I’m knocked from my conscience mind
On this ice cold ground I lay
Waiting for things to find

Have you come along?
I hope
But I can not be sure
My guard is up
It always is
I hope you are the cure

I’m sick of this stupid lie
I keep trying to live
Why can’t this fantasy be real
Myself to you I give.