Light the match,watch it burn
Hear the wood crackle as the wood burns awayHold the cigarette to your lips and light the end
Slowly inhale exhale the stress
Then watch the smoke disappear with your problems into the air

Why am I so rotten to the core?
That even the slightest bit of sympathy doesn't cross my heart
Even my smile has wilted away like roses on a winters day
Why don't I believe in love anymore?
How is it that my hearts gone cold
I have no empathy towards others
And inside the well of laughter has been replaced with tears
Why am I am I so rotten to the core
When I have so much to live for.

Lets paint portraits with our bodies
And my ******* will be the masterpiece
Your kiss will the paint brush
And your body the canvas
We can make as many mistakes as we want
Because it's the meaning that matters
Lets paint portraits with our bodies
And my lips will be your paint
Interpret our moans as art
Because what's a painting
If it can't be remembered

My life runs in circles
Whilst the flock avoids my space
Every word I speak
Brings destruction to my family
The truth tears apart relationships
When the lies destroy my soul
It's hard being the black sheep
But it's all I know
Every time I do my best
It fails before my eyes
And my depression was never a big enough sign for them to see me down
Black sheep black sheep
**** yourself now
Before you reproduce
A flock surrounded by bad luck

I've done many bad things in my life
I've said things that have hurt others
I've stringed sentences and words into lies
Yet somehow it is only my heart that gets broken
I've sugar coated words to protect others
Looked on judgingly at their problems,when really I should have sorted out my own
Yet how do I rebuild my life
Before there is nothing left of my soul?

Where am I going?
Where have i been?
Why do the plants sleep when there is no sunlight?
How does the earth dance without the animals feeling it?
Why do the clocks never lose track of time even when they're wrong?
Why can't I use all of my brain?
Then perhaps I could go to sleep instead of waking up tired again...

Dear God

Tell him that he is not a coward
That every word he writes
Is my poetic justice
Let him know that he is not his father
And my experiences without my father
Will not cloud my judgements

Amen