the pain is all that s left from you,
that is why i need to treasure it.

i have my heart in my hand,

looking for where to place it,

but i see everyone’s hands shake,

just like mine,

and i know they’ll drop it,

just like me.

Our lives are battle fields
Egressing from the womb with war paint on our faces
Soldiers live there life to fight not flight
Yet, some of us are not strong enough
We are weaker than the rest,
Carrying paper wrists and our weapons filled with blade edged bullets
Looking for an identity

We our the unknown warriors
Sulking upon tarnished territories
We will sleep in guilt ridden graves,
Apologizing to our mothers and our fathers for not wanting to fight anymore

They'll weep and beg the heavens to send you back
But you're an angel now
There is no reason for war,
There is no reason to be sad anymore

Keep savior to your paper wrist
Keeping savior in your heavenly spirit as well
It's so easy to become lost in time that you can't even bare the thought of going back

It's so comforting to be a coward, to just stop fighting.

Walking fast in crowded halls.
Speaking words that have gone unheard.
Stares cut through.
Let me see, let me here. What you got to say.

You tell me it's nothing but vapid word.
Meant to go unheard.  
But what happens when you listen?
What happens when you hear?

How is that not important?
How am I still here?
Watching and waiting.
For words to be spoken.
For glares to send me death.

What happens when the words are heard?
When their twisted and turned.
When they pick and pry.

Does no one know?
How your words hurt me?
How they align themselves in my mind.
And whisper, and speak, and scream.

Telling me all that's wrong with me.
All while I walk through crowded halls.
Judging away with hatred in their eyes.

one girl asks me what happened and if i’m okay
but what she doesn't know is that i heard them
i heard them whisper about me and pointing fingers
they are curious and need something new to gossip about
so i tell her everything is fine and nothing happened
she looks at me and tells me everything isn’t fine
i look at the other girls who is standing in the corner
whispering and laughing, trying to hear what i'm saying
and I scream on the top of my lungs
no everything is not fine, but you don’t care one bit
you just need something to gossip about and something
that you can start rumors about and make me look bad
so I just go with “I’m fine" because none of you give a ****

*(s.m)

"i love you"
doesn't mean a ******* thing, if you spit it down the throat of 20 different girls one night, then get home and plant yourself beside me
"i love you"
i can smell the betrayal on your shirt and taste the **** in your mouth
you ain't nobodys angel

Maybe if I smile long enough,
The tears will run away