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  Jul 2014 Dayana
night child
Through tears she screams her story
In love we find her hate
With shivers, she finds her warmth
She's skinny, but only sees weight

She's a fire that craves water
A sunbeam wanting rain
She doesn't like to be hurt
But enjoys all the pain

When quiet, she is her loudest
Alive, but feels so dead
In a crowd, she gets so lonely
Thinking words unsaid

Someone wake her up
She's been asleep too long
When will people notice
That there's clearly something wrong?

Her heart beats more slowly
As they still fail to see
That the more alive she is
The deader she wants to be

She lies her head down tonight
Closing her eyes so sore
Stop the restless nights
And sleep forever more
Attempting to find the difference between my nightmares and reality, only to discover that reality is the nightmare.
Dayana Jul 2014
she’s lying in bed
hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds of her soul
the sounds of her soul sobbing
her heart is cracking with every little sob
every moment she remembers everything that happened
the pain increases
the tears roll down her rosy cheeks
her heart is so broken yet she loves so lovingly
like no one ever before
like she was never hurt before
but she lies in bed, knowing she’s a waste of space
a breathing dead walking this earth
she hates herself for doing what she did
and she can never hate another more than she hates herself
for her unknowing soul and broken heart are withered
    

                           exhausted.
Dayana Jul 2014
I sit on the wet grass after the rain
watching the sun slowly rise
the birds begin to chirp
and the moon is already hidden
if there is something I would want to catch
it would be the moon
but every night I watch it hide, doing nothing about it
without the moon, there’s no night
no time to be alone in a soundless room
with loud thoughts
no time to be alone, trapped within your own self
you have to put on a show
put on a happy face
to show the world, that you are strong
but its the moon
its the night, which sees the true sadness that fills your soul
and no matter how far you run
you’re always a prisoner of your own mind
Dayana Jul 2014
I see the way you look with those brown innocent eyes
The eyes that see the world in it's best light
You see the world in a point of view which i yet have to unravel
The way you look up at the sun, forming crinkles around your face
The way you look up from the ground, to take a short little glimpse
Your eyes, they magnify at the positives and only see the best in everything
The beauty of this world and the true hidden person within can only be seen by someone like you
Dayana Jul 2014
You pull yourself away
And drag everybody along
Along the road of misery and misleadingness
Some know it's all your lies
Some know it's all your mask
But wait a little longer, the light is creaking in
For the mask is pealing off and the devil is revealing
And the time will come, when everyone will see
The true face of the misleading
Dayana Jul 2014
Time is passing by
Seconds are ticking on
Every moment that passes
Is a moment spent alone
Alone in a room of silence
With nothing but loud and chocking thoughts
Alone without your presence
I watch the clock tick on

My life is coming closer to an end
Yet my soul still awaits the day
The day when life will be a joyful ride
The day when everything that comes along wouldnt have to be faced alone
Instead, with you
But for now, I have to bear the voice of my thoughts, and my lonely soul
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