Boys singing about madness and metaphors for angels
Love for toys and my own obstinate heart proving worth
I'd guess I was the only ugly girl in the world
who thought of herself as what she truly was
But who in the world could love a girl with killed kismet?
In real time, two-step dancers with platinum faces scarcely remember my name
(Don't you remember that time when you spent thousands on a skin that matches his?
But succumbed to your vice) - oh ugly girl, take my advice
a personality will suffice.

Really danger never kills
But meaningless fear kills
If you wanna live here
You have to stand against
The difficulties you face
One back step might be ok
But hundred steps leads to defeat
Never give up anything easily
Who knows when you
Will dig diamonds
Patience helps you a lot
When you miss something
Never bother
Something bigger is ready for
You in the future
Get going

Depression | A Poem
By : Cambie
The wind hasn't howled this loud,
Since the day I was happy, and proud.
The torture and pain,
Beats on me like hard rain,
And there is no way of escape.

No place of happiness, no place that true,
But I feel close to it, when I'm near you.
But I have come to a conclusion,
This place, all an illusion.
And there is no way of escape.

But, when I ask a simple question,
Is it all just a reflection,
Of what I never wanted,
All these dreams been haunted,
But a glimpse of hope , to be seen.

Do you know?
All the pain caused,

Do you know?
I'm ashamed because,

Do you know?
Of those marks on my arms,

Do you know?
I wish would end.

I look up, to the small little lights,
That are only seen at night.
I know beyond them, a new world awaits,
Past the galaxies, into heaven's golden gates.

There, there is no pain, no fear.
I wish it would be close, be near.
No hurt and no doubts,
But no way, I'll ever get out.

Not a prison, such as this world,
For I'm only a small girl.
But I can understand, I can see,
Where one day, I will be.

Why?
Do they they not listen?

What?
Is their purpose?

When?
Will they realise?

Who?
Tries to stop them?

How?
Can they live with themselves,
After they have seen the affects,
Of bullying?