Running and hiding
Is my only escape
The darkness and shadows
Shut my mouth with tape

The silent screams
That I make
Aren't heard by a single soul
Because they're all fake

I covered my lips
With that beautiful red paint
I rubbed at face
I feel the taint

It's stuck in my heart
Forever it will stay
And hurting myself
Is the only way

That I can be free
For a moment
Of this misery
But it won't last

Because it's my life
Stabbing me in the back again
With that sharp knife
Held by me

Action speaks louder than words,
Oh so they say.
But why,
Is the pen,
Mightier than the sword?

You think you're a lost cause
but you're just stuck in the middle.
Life's been hard since you were little.
I don't know every thing,
but I know it's getting warm outside
and you're going to be fine.

You think you're a cancer
but just wait and see
that you'll heal yourself,
like you helped heal me.
This may sound cliché,
but it's getting warm outside  
and you're going to be fine.

A time to simplify,
A life of buying things,
For the moment,

The idea of less,
Is not minimalist,
But full of colours and warmth,
For you don't need much,
To be successful and happy.

A well loved life,
Of less things,
But not less life.

I thought You weren't there
I prayed for comfort and You were silent
I cried in the corner and have to feel alone
There's no one to turn to but myself
Hated myself, others, and the world

But You worked in mysterious ways, this now I know
Haven't noticed how well I am now
I carried my burden and got through with it
Accepted the hurt so I could learn
Bled the wounds and let them heal through time

You gave me more than what I wished for
Looking back to those scars reminds me how broken I am
Thankful for how I got them badly and for how ugly they are
Because this smile won't be in my lips today
If I haven't suffered from them
Realized now that You wouldn't give what I can't bear

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I'm dying inside,
But it doesn't matter to you,I'm a nobody..
A suicidal.. self harming girl...,
In the confines of a hospital,
And they say that I'm dying...
And there's nothing they can do.
They will just let me suffer...,
In my own pain and guilt,
It's to late for anyone to save me...
My life is in the hands of the devil....,
Good bye cruel world!!!!

sometimes its hard
to remember the truth
since the truth is only
the present.
I can see how we
easily
lose grip of the memories.

regardless,
we are made of
star dust.
rock dust.
gold flecks.
titanium specks.

Dust to Dust
learn to trust in
the magic of things.

I've spent years in the desert
in dust storms
and in the heat.
the plants of the
desert
amaze me.
their leaves, so tiny.
resource management
is the skill of the desert.

when those haboobs
roll in, the world
goes dark.
(at least over the desert)
if we weren't in our little boxes,
our eyes would
burn from our own particles.
burn to see
the phenomenon the brain
coaxes us to believe.

Dust to Dust
learn to trust in
the magic of things.

we are star dust
learn to trust
in the magic of things.

-looks up at the sky-
please! whoever is up there!
give me someone who actually cares!
for once!