I wanted love,
but now it'd died.
Being open to ideas
where people would hide.
"Who needs anyone
when you've got yourself?"
Said the foolish man,
only in cry for help.

If there wasn't pain
There would be no poets
For we write about things
That hurt us, damage us, break us

Right?

I am lost in this place
filled with silence
chilled by lack of ease
drowning in misery

She sits in wrong
by societies views
this pretty creature
a sheep clothed by wolves

Passively she looks on
few decisions to make
its not worth the bother
to plan an escape

They will hunt you down
and tear out your soul
they know no mercy
death is their goal

So just take your place
and please keep still
it won’t take but a moment
one more victim to ****

Don't don't don't don't let it out they will hate you, it's not irrational it's not it's not it's not
You think to ******* fast, bile tumbles out of my mouth and poisons their ears
Shut up shut shut up shut up the shakes and spasms are the earthquakes of memories of a sword with a dull edge and a deadly hilt
They are not sore, and he bloodies himself with a ghost
Wrong ******* wrong, they all hate you, kindness as empty as disappointment

I want to hear your voice
Chime through my ears once more.
Not just the echo
Ringing through my mind.

She cries late
                  every night
     Turns off all the
                           lights
         Sits in bed
bawls
             her eyes out
      in the dark
Cutting out pieces
      of her heart
No one can see
                          the scars
           of her sewing
back up her chest
       Soon she will be
             an empty shell
        Hopefully
                    putting her soul to rest
If her heart
                    is no longer there
It can't get broken,
              right?
If no one can see
                          the tears
Then she never cried,
                     right?

black
nightmare
the voices
inside my head
disturb sanity
preventing morning light
from coming through the darkness
everything in my head stops dead
the voices say i must try get out
the only one that can stop them is death

the pills go down and darkness comes again
the voices start getting quiet
slowly morning starts coming through
all the pain begins to fade
and thoughts become clearer
the urge to live dims
death welcomes me
and deep down
my heart
beams