Ever dreamed of a new world?
Ever wondered whats after this?
What is there for us to look forward to?
To hold onto in our darkest moments?
To hold onto when our tears are falling?
So hopefully I've found a cure for pain.
I've found a curse to leave me sane.
But just in case hear my prayer.
listen to it when I'm not here.
I love you both never forget.
Have no pain and no regret.
Have you ever wondered...
what will be left?

I thought you were done
When you left with no farewell
I thought I was young
when I broke that evil spell
but no now I'm old but still I cry
still I hurt and still I wait
I wait and wait as years go by
for the day when your name no longer ignites my hate
I hate no one. I love everybody
that’s just a lie you make it untrue
it seems now pain is my hobby
that evil spell renew i cant stop that you don’t care
that I was just your toy, and unwilling player
make fun of my face, my love, my hair
you did much worse I'm sure you remember.
Trust, psh you took more than hat from me
you took my heart, my childhood, even my pure mind.
It always did seem" I love you"wasn’t free.
But then I broke your rules so you left me behind
is that normal? To have to work for love
see you with other girls and then beg for a hug
no, no, its not normal and I'm glad I made you stop.
So when will I  break this spell now that your gone
maybe when you admit it was you that was wrong!

Fair is a word outside of reality
It is like a lion having pity
Pity for its prey that it kills every night
A lion knows no wrong a lion knows no right
Fair is the same in many ways
And still will be for many, many days
Equality is fake fair is untrue
For every times a good happens a wrong happens too
A family receives help after many painful years
The same words that cause this give others
Reasons for fears
Fear for their home fear of future suffer
So whats fair for one is unfair for the other

Many images pass through my mind.
My brain is something one of a kind.
My way of thinking is extremely strange.
My thought capacity has quite the range.
I’m misunderstood in many ways.
So I sit and think throughout my days.
I dream of a day when I am free.
A day when they see what I see.
They are those who scorn me for what they see.
They judge without knowing me.
For this they know nothing.
This is the one reason to scorn.
The world around me is full of hate.
With few specks of life.
For love is life and life is love.
For they are the same and nothing without the other.
The two are one.
Now might I suffer one more day.
Another decade is on its way.
Because out of all my fears.
I can always dream of next year.
Another year is just a sign.
Goodbye! Goodbye! 2009!

Dear World,
My stomach growls and it reminds me of that empty covered. I remember those shelves. I was so short, so young, and still I knew there was nothing. There wasn’t a pack of crackers just out of sight. There was nothing. So now I’m left with a reminder; a reminder that never leaves my side. My stomach growls and it reminds me of that empty covered and how it made me cry.
To the many loved and cherished children of the worldly blest families,
TRUTH

Looking out from the in I see nothing
Darkness shrouds my eyes while others see
Why should I see pain as something
It’s never occurred to me
Though I’m cared for and shrouded from all pain
Someday a time will come when this no longer seems sane
Why should I be so cruel to those who need me the most
The more I do this so, my love becomes a ghost
It haunts me now outside my heart, as if…
…waiting for a war to start
A war between my heart and mind
This war I try to conceal inside
Are the lessons I’m taught really wrong
Have I sung a liars song
I need to see in from the out
See the other side of my shroud

All years leave their mark.
Their darkest marks are their wrongs.
The dishonesty of their leaders,
or the crudeness of their songs.
Every fire has its spark.
Such a miracle is a fire.
But all that is remembered its ashes,
And the flames that climbed ever higher.
The human mind works like a shark.
It judges first without caring.
We always will notice first what’s wrong
so, listen now and always come well Bering.
For, all years leave their mark.
Their darkest marks are their wrongs.
The dishonesty of their leaders
or the crudeness of their songs.