I'm going insane
I'm going crazy
And I feel
So worthless lately

I am not okay
I am *******
When you're asleep
I talk to the moon

I feel okay
I feel fine
But suddenly
Darkness corrupts my mind

I'm still not okay
Yes it's true
So I wipe my tears
And talk to the moon

Someone save me
Because I'm going insane
And my feelings
Are getting hard to contain

I'm breaking apart
For i am *******
I silence for a moment
Then I talked to the moon

That's it I'm done
And I hate the moon
I cried for help
But no one believed it was true

I hold the knife to my throat
My pain will end soon
So I closed my eyes
And said bye to the moon

'Cut, cut, little scratch. I wonder how you got attached. On this skin so red and clear. Like everything could disappear.

When the darkness has fallen on you. When the silence is becoming true. Then you grab your little knife. And cut, cut to come alive.

Then the voices in your head. Were getting silent instead. They did not know what to do. Without that body of you.

In the night sky you lay there. Under the white sheets without air. Forever shutting your eyes, dreaming of yourself in heaven skies.

As you fell asleep and finally got rest. Now they'll know they got your buttons pressed. Though little sister blames it all on herself. Cut, cut, little scratch.'

I guess you can call me ****** up
Because there is nothing in me
That is pure enough to touch
That is not broken
That is not tainted by the feeling of hurt
Confusement
Or angst
There is betrayal in me
Sadness
And anger
So leave the ****** up little being
In her cloud of broken dreams

There is a person
I've always known
Yet will never get to meet

Everyone
That I know
Has met her

All...
But me

I see her sometimes
Through others' eyes

I may catch a glimpse
Temporarily

We share the same dreams,
Fears and doubts

I know her
Very personally

Yet only through a looking glass
Am I allowed a peek
At the face I know so well

Yet will never get to see

My view is only
Of my reflection

So unfortunately

I'll never see
What others do
When they look at me

How she sat there
with movement in her head.
A churning of learning
the ways to get ******
and slaughtered by
other people's
sons and daughters.

And how I sutured a gust
of her brain exhaust
into my chest, into my lungs--
I breathed her like I was
******* the end of a
tailpipe.

Her hands ran like busted tires
as she massaged my temples,
revving her voice,
my ears on her
suicide door lips.

There is no green light
in her red light country.

Cough cough cough
the cigarette is passed around the group
cough cough cough
the cigarette makes its way to you
and your stuck wondering what to do
you can smoke and be cool or
not and be left out

so you smoke with no doubt
that you made the right choice
because
you are still a part of the group
cough cough cough

I am the forgotten,
the memory,
the drifter,
the lost.

I am the stranger,
the bystander
the loser,
the tossed.

I am the deleted,
the erased.

I am the blank,
forgotten face.

I am the last breath,
you want to waste.

I am the forgotten,
and so I will remain.