I refuse to cry,
Because i don't want you to be the cause of my pain.
Because if i do, my tear ducts might go dry,
and put the rain to shame.
Because i don't want you to be the reason for my sadness.
Because you definitely don't deserve that.
you were the most cheerful person ive ever met, surrounded by an aura of happiness.
I don't want you to be so great and still break my heart.
Because i don't want you to bring me tears.
Because i don't want to believe you're not going to play your part.
Because i don't want to believe you're really not here.
I don't want to cry because you never let me do it before.
I don't want to cry because it would mean you're not here anymore.
I refuse to cry because that's the opposite of what you'd want me to do.
But i still do cry, because i never realized what i had, because its true...
That i took you for granted and before i knew,
Without a warning you've gone, without a goodbye...
I guess i deserved that, you left leaving me here to cry.
But i'll battle my tears, for you i will try.
Since even though you've gone, you still left me a present like you always used to...
the beautiful memories once a part of my life, i'll always hold onto.
I refuse to cry.
But even as i say those words, i cant help the tear which escapes my eye.

How unfortunate
that I can't tell the difference
between flying and falling
So I don't know whether to
claw for the surface
or weigh myself
back to the earth.

I am claustrophobic,
Locked up in this dark room of mine.
So dark I can't see.
It's a shame, really,
To not see the masterpiece before me.
I built it myself, you know.
Brick by brick,
Out of dead heart-beats and broken things.
Oh, how I've always loved the broken things.
Tie them together, maybe things will get better-
But that's just wishful thinking.
There was a door, long ago
Away from stifling vacancy,
But you stole me away, and shattered the key.
And now,
It's just me.

Beauty is only skin deep. And yet
deep enough to define a gender
a gender good for nothing
but what, eye candy
to be appealing
to those who can't have
what they want. Hypocrites
they criticize us for being fake
Telling beauty is only skin deep but
when situations reversed I would be
pretty and they would be hideous because
if we were judged without faces, what would
you possibly hold a candle too compared to us
who never had the benefit of looks to aid their
appeal, solely relying on what hides beneath
their own complexion. Reflexion in the mirror
being no aid to the likely ness of relationship
So tell me, where the hell do you get
off telling me that you know
whats below your
beautiful skin