Stop crying little girl
We don't need her
We are strong
We will survive

No matter what you think
She is not what we need
We need control
And there is none with her

Lock away those feelings
Take your heart off your sleeve
Grab your mask off the shelf
And put on your warrior face

No one can touch you
If you give them nothing.
No one can touch you
If you take nothing.

Love left scars
But everything can be hidden
We were so new at the game
That we got played

Take no ones hand
Shed no more tears
No more being open
All is to be closed in

No door or window left unlocked.
We have no heart
She kept that
As she took the wind with her.

Control and structure must win
Confined's must be conformed to.
No grave left to dig
For warriors do not fall

We can take care of our self
No need for sacrifice
Care and love cut
With precision and pain

Warriors live in solitude
That's all we can hope
No more need for smiles
No more warmth to cuddle

There's no need to be hurt.

Kind eyes,
Slight smile,
All I need,
To feel relief.

Calculating,
Mending,
And always thinking
How to feel relief.

Warmth encircling,
Demons run,
Bliss remains,
Relief floods me.

Do you see a beautiful mess
Or a reckless hurricane?

Do you romanticize my cigarettes
Or do you hold your breath when you walk by?

Do you really find me that interesting
Or do you lace your words with pity?

Do you still think I’m cute when I slur my words
Or do you silently slide farther away?

Do you think nothing of all I smoke
Or do you wish I would stop?

Do you think my nervous habits are cute
Or do you look away?

Do you sigh with relief when you know you’ve saved me
Or do you wish you hadn’t picked up that phone?

Do you think of me in your spare time
Or do you see me as a time requirement?

Do you truly want me at that party
Or do you only bring me because I said something?

Do you miss the old me
Or do you like who I have become?

here i sit, like ive sat before
with my thoughts and nothing more
than the day and a dream
those nightmares soon to be
my worst fears a part of me
like the tears i cry-the blood i bleed
they come straight from my heart
to bear themselves on my sleeves
and i cant hide-and i cant leave
im stuck deep in some form of nothing
and slowly but surly i am succumbing