He knows I'm upset,
he knows it,
so what does he do?
he sticks his fingers in my wound,
and opens it,

And as I bleed, he shows no emotion,
doesn't pay attention to the downfall he caused,
because he's too busy worrying about himself,
to save me from bleeding out,

Or even to save me from myself..

Secret mission of the heart,
well where the **** do I start?
maybe by digging out the emotion,
that's tearing me apart,

Chaos is the remainder of my heart,
and its killing me,
its really killing me,
nobody wants to leave me alone,
not even in my own home,
I'd be better off on my own,
so much better alone,

So, a mission,
secret mission of the heart,
well I'll ask again,
where the **** do I start?
maybe by bleeding my pain away,
in rythmic words of poetry

Clouded with rage,
overloaded with hate,
yet I have no idea,
as to why I feel this way,
you say you don't know what to say,
maybe you should just realize,
I'm not okay,

Maybe its just all too much,
maybe I'm just not so tough,
but I have no idea,
as to why I feel this way,

I can't take the reoccuring drama,
like kids, the chatter fills my ears,
and weakens my heart,
but nothing I try to do can reverse,
the curse of depression, thats dwelling inside me.

I remember being just a little girl,
and dreaming of rainbows and diamond rings,
and all sorts of pretty things,
living in a world where there was no one who wasn't happy,

Geez, I was way off,

Now I see,
that the world isn't what it seems to be,
and those who are happy, are lucky,
lucky that the world was kind to them,
kind enough to let them live,
in a world that hasn't tried to **** them,
at least once or twice,

My childhood recollection of dreaming of
diamond rings and other pretty things,
seems to be only a figment of the human imagination nowadays,
now its all filth, greed, and gore,
in a world where no one cares about anyone but themselves,
but,  I'm beginning to realize, thats what you have to do to survive,
because with everyone caring for themselves,
theres no one to care for others,
meaning they have to do it themselves to,
not bothering to look out for anyone else along the way,

Childhood wasn't easy for me,
I'll admit that easily,
but I had dreams,

Dreams that were only crushed with time, and reality,
making me realize that the human imagination thinks up crazy things,
including, but not limited to,
a world where everyone is basking in pure happiness and delight,
without even a single drop, of sadness, or strife,
because that, my friends, that is a true dream world,
one where everything is perfect,

But that doesn't exist here,
perfection is a true dream,
I call it a dream,
because its definitely not reality.

Oh yes, I remember,
how on earth could I forget?
those chilling words you spoke,
that really should have been left unsaid,

And of those words,
came memories,
that were etched into my mind,
and may I remind you, you were anything but kind,

So answering that question,
yes dear, I remember,

I remember the day you came back,
just to leave again,
but this time, leaving more horrid memories,
than I had cared to know,
I remember the day, that I dropped to my knees,
begging not only for mercy,
but forgiveness,
for holding the feelings in,
because it only caused more pain,

I remember the day, vividly really.
the day that not only some tears were shed, but many,
the day my head was held down low,
in an overflowing sea of sorrow,
the day that I gave up looking up,
in the hope of a better tommorow,
the memories will never leave me,
I shall not let them,

Because the moment I forget,
is the moment I let you back in,
only to begin again.

That moment when you realize,
nothing is worth it anymore
and that nobody cares if you're in pain,
they'll just knock you down a few more notches,
until you're kissing the dirt that was once under your feet,

That moment,
when your heart shatters,
and you're so weak that all you can do is sit,
and watch yourself bleed,

That moment when you just want to die,
just spread your flightless wings,
and aim for the sky,
only to fall to the ground,
and let the blood drain,
along with all the pain and sorrow,

Because nothing is worth it anymore

"But I will soon forget the color of your eyes,
and you'll forget mine"
I'm Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket -Pierce The Veil

Sun burns red,
as my eyes open for the night,
a night dweller I have become,
out to clubs to **** **** up,
dancing on tables in high class societies,
as the stench of liquor radiates off my entire body,

Live while we're young, thats the idea,
but you've taken this to the extremes,

No back up plans, just live for tonight,
theres nothing left to live for anyway,
so lets go in style,
theres  a million ways to die,
lets be remembered,