As they see me
acting different.
Making sure,
by lifting shirts.
Revealing cuts
and scratches.
I am no more.
I cry & I cry & I cry & I cry
But for what,
this vicious cycle
keeps on going.
And it will never stop.
...
I don't want this anymore,
I repeat this as I lay alone
on the cold wooden floor.

When I look into the mirror
at my tear streaked face
I want to break
and shatter the mirror
for not showing
what I wish to see
...

I have walked some dark lonely roads
I have gotten myself lost along the way
My past brings nightmares to my dreams
I have dance with satan and have eaten from his table
Made love to his woman and have feed from his lust
I have shared in his blood as it filled my veins
Have found myself taking over hell as I took in the greed
Of the power it was willing to give to me.
I ****** for blood of that I cannot have  
I pray on that in which I will feed
I take what I want infect pain on who I want
I control all the come before me as they drop to their knees
Tears I do not have sympathy I will not gave
Sorrow in which I live torment is what I have
For I am a man that walks without a soul

I am a doll that cries but never speaks,
a Jack without a box,
a guitar with a broken string.
Just one of many  forgotten things.
   Here I lie falling apart, split at the seams, coming undone. Button eyes falling away from a lip-less face, cotton like blood dashed all over the place. Pay no heed to me the doll that never spoke, the one that kept my secrets deep within my mind. Sitting alone tears in my eyes, staining the Earth with innocent blood. I doll that cries, a girl who spoke three last words you'll never know.
I am fractured split in two, lost in this world without you. No musical tune to recreate the jesters grin destroyed by fate. Unable to escape the darkness which permeates my world. I am a man without a heart. Ripped away from all I loved torn to shreds before it was done. Pain too great to withstand another day of wasted breath, A star crossed love that could not be salvaged. My painted smile lost to a blood dry sorrow. I am nothing more than a man with no soul. A jack without my box.
I had six strings all in a line. Now five go one way and the last another. One day to rough, one hit to hard left this joker as a wild card. What am I? Who am I? What ever answers I do find always rejected by my mind. Five voices that agree one that's left behind. I am trapped within a shattered physique, this world lost to me. A puzzle forever incomplete, a vicious cycle with no true end. I am a guitar with a broken string, one of many forgotten things.
I am a doll,
a toy,
an instrument.
Did you ever think that I had a soul to? You held my fate, and what did you do?
I am a girl who cries,
a boy with a broken heart,
I am a million people within one mind.
I am a person just like you...I hurt, I cry, I’m lost....my soul cries out and you don't hear it...You leave me...Tossed to the corner like a bad memory in your mind....Forgotten in the vast expanse of time....I’m a daughter, a lover, a stranger....
I am your forgotten thing.

I am a social defect
...
others can perceive me differently
some think
I might change
But
when I don't
they call me strange
...
Some say I'm mad, sad,
Oh, and wickedly BAD.
...
But I can't tell
cause I cant control
the way humans
perceive me
...

It seems like a big deal
...
At first
even to me.
But then I met
the girl who changed
...EVERYTHING...

The way I walk
The way I talk
(And)
how I do my hair
she doesn't even mind
when I wear boys underwear
...
Even though she's there
and not over here
I still love her
as if she was
in my arms
holding tight
in a
warm embrace
Cause her love
has a wonderful
sweetened
taste
<3

My mind is a great maze
with never ending puzzles
that even I find hard to solve
so I shouldn't expect much from others
when they try and solve my riddles
I find it calming
as I see them struggle
just as I have for so very long
but when someone is to solve
my puzzle
I shall give them my respect
...