as I lay on the ground all tatterd and useless
as people walk by not seeing or caring
my bruise grow bigger as my heart grows smaller
for who is left to care for the worthless ******* the street
my parents disowned me
my friend betrayd me
I lie all a lone as the snow glides down
i  tremble and shiver in the cold
no one that loved me anoth to warm me
the cloud that i make with my very last breath
flys away to the stars and to a much better place
i wath as it gose leaving me to die all wortless and young

now i'm a sight to dehold with my tears of ice and my lips of blue
my dress of frost and my lack of shoes i wonder the streets unknowen to man and for those that rember my face they do not care for the worthless ******* the street

you shattered my heart then stitched it back up
you played with my emotion like a child's new toy
yet i cant stop turning your pages in excitement
i was a fool
you ruined my life
but blessed at the same time
you left me lagging behind in life just so i could continue turning your pages
i love books but they hold me back from society  
this is the fate of a book worm

the heart in which you hold in your hand
dose not belong to you, it was not given willingly
it was taken by you with out my consent
i could tell you never meant any good
but now it is to late you could tell me to jump off a cliff and i would
for in your cold hand like a timid bunny lies my heart
scared to death and loving to death
for you are my heart holder

the wind blows away my tears
the earth fixes the bruise
the water heals my heart
the earth listens to my story
they are my healers
well the creates of the pain lough
they lough and call me pathetic for seeking comfort
of the world
but in the end you cant blame me for ever human i meet is
twisted at heart

there wings of feathers draped in chains
there eyes that sparkle in the night
there hair of gold glimmers and sways
there ankles bear bells that tingle in the dark
there songs are deadly there dances airy
the moon is calling them one by one
they live for a night and the next there gone

as i run down the halls every witch way i turn all i can hear is abuse flying at me from all around,
with each name a little shard of my hope that  things will get better
that one day i'll find happiness,
it starts to leave me one shard at a time an till all that is left is a drip of what used to be a ocean
the closer i get the more names I'm called the more i just want to fall in to  obis and stay there
away from abuse
away from hope
away from the world

i reach my room
collapsing on my bed my last shards of hope drip down my face within my last tear, i mutter two simple words with my last breath
"i'm sorry"

his hair dances with the wild animals
his eyes roar with the howling wind
his heart pounds like the thumping waves
his feet running like the pounding  flame
his courage never ending
his whole body kindling the excitement
his pray just minutes from death