He’s moved on
In more ways than one
Left me here
Never started, now it’s done
What to do
I do not know
It seems like it
Was so long ago
Never happened
Never will
Of all this mess
I’ve had my fill
Let it be over
Let it be done
Let it be passed
To a new someone
I’m not special
Leave me alone
It’s now the end
I should have known
Bother me never
Bother me more
I miss him so much
My heart is sore
Could it be over
Before it ever began?
Should I turn and run?
Have I already ran?
I look back at what it could have been
I sigh a little, but all I do is grin

Sometimes I just want to scream,
To hit and break things ‘til my eyes gleam.
People push me way too far, often,
I’d like to see them taken away in a coffin.
They think I’m powerless against the world,
They can keep wishing.
But I just say, to my friend, on the internet,
“He’s getting old, let’s go fishing.”
I tell people that and they look at me with eyes wide,
I tell them it’s an inside joke and to put it to the side.
But back on the subject, about the real powerless people,
They’re the ones with no guts, ones with no feeling.
They don’t care if one of their own gets hurt,
But freak out if they tear their shirt.
They don’t care about anyone,
Why care about them?
They think because I’m small,
They can shove me in the dirt.
But I hold my ground and just get a little blood on my shirt.
They hit me again, because I don’t care.
I stand their ‘til I’m mad, then watch them ‘fall’ down the stairs.
OOPS, my bad, did I do THAT?
I think as I make a grin big and fat.
They got what they deserved, in the hospital, where they belong.
I jump up and down and sing a happy song.
They say they’ll get me in an evil voice,
Then they die, like they had the choice.
Now I can’t sleep, I hear them say their last words,
I can’t stand it anymore,
GOD! This is absurd!
It wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t, IT WASN’T!
But, not that I think about it, was it?

He has no blood with which
His heart to make a beat
He has no soul within
His love should never keep
He heals like the undead
And can see into your mind
Don’t bother with a wall
If he’s looking, he will find
You won’t know him by his age
His hair and eyes to match
Don’t bother running cross the room
If he’s chasing, he will catch
The only life’s end for him
Shall not be ever spoken
For the only life’s end for him
Is a heart that’s broken

You hear the cry in the dead of night,
So close to see, but not in sight.
You hear the breath, you feel the eyes,
But nothing’s there, a mind that lies.
You check the window, a slight mind flare,
But once again, there’s nothing there.
You turn around, and there you see,
The deadly one, the fearsome me.
You run for the door, so close as to reach it,
But I get there first, and block your split.
You run for the window, thinking you might have a chance,
But I beat you there no second glance.
I have you cornered, you’re mind for the killing,
There’s just one problem, you’re not willing.
“Come on,” I say, “You’ll love it to death.”
“But,” you plea, “I’ll have no life left.”
“But you’ll live with me,” I state, “Immortality.”
Once again yo try to flee, but once again the faster is me.
I let down my guard after a silent minute,
And you grab a sheath with a witch’s knife in it.
You stab me once and twist it quick,
And then you take a fearsome lick.
You have my blood, you are one of them now, don’t fight it,
You sit down, no longer afraid of the quiet.
You hear the cry in the dead of night,
So close to see, still not in sight.
You feel the breath, you sense the eyes,
Yet nothing’s there, a mind full of lies.
You check the window to see what’s there,
Disappointed, you step back and stare.
You see your reflection, you had no clue,
That all along, the deadly one, was you.

I cut myself to see the blood
To make sure that I’m real
I cut myself to know the pain
To prove that I do feel
I cut myself to have the scars
To know that I’ll be fine
I cut myself to have the power
To know my life is mine

Flying kites in a spring breeze
Practicing until you can hit the ball with ease
Whole team shows up for an unscheduled practice
No memory will ever top this
Playing in the mud after a summers rain
Running from a bully that is so vain
Chasing after boys to give ‘em a kiss
No memory will ever top this
Graduations here and graduations gone
No one will remember our graduation song
But you know what I’ll miss?
A memory to top this

This beast is chewing at my soul
Don’t remember the last time I felt whole
The creature inside is pulling me thin
So much fear I will not win
Fighting back is becoming too hard
So close to throwing in my cards
Don’t know what to do, I can no longer see
I fear this is the end of me