There once was a girl with no name
Everyone thought she was lame
They lit her on fire
To feed their desire
So into their nightmares she came

Woven in your memory,
I stand inside your heart.
Your love I never knew,
Was growing stronger too.

It hurts me to hurt you,
But it hurts me not to.
Why can't you understand,
That I'm spinning out of control?

I no longer crave your lips,
I no longer feel that love.
That does not mean I hate you,
That does not mean I don't care.

I can't trust myself,
Therefore you shouldn't trust me either.
My heart has hidden scars,
That I put there long ago.

I was satisfied with the thought of love,
It sounded so amazing,
Now I'm just sick and tired of it,
Please, I need to rest.

I know it's hard to let go,
But you don't deserve this mess,
I'm stupid and now you know it,
But blame me instead.

Faint whispers drift on the wind
Carrying another voice to new places
Listen carefully, can you hear them?
They're silent secrets
Serenading, passing from one ear to another

Spill out your guts
Let everyone destroy you
Put your trust in the wrong hands purposely
Allow the wrong people in
Don't ever let them go

Then you can honestly say that you know what it's like
Then you can honestly say that you understand
Then you can honestly say that you know how we feel
Then you can honestly say that you get how we are internally screaming but our voices our absolutely mute, and that we are cursing ourselves for the rest of our lives because of one dumb rumour, whether it was first started by a person who barely knows you, a close friend, or even yourself. What it must be like to be ditched by all of your friends, and left to wander the school halls while everyone is laughing at you behind your back or in your face. Not one single soul doesn't know what you supposedly did, not one single person would not kick you while your down, not one single heart is beating just for you. It's only you and your broken thoughts, but even they drift away from you as you sink further into depression.
Then you can honestly say that you know what's wrong,
and that you know we are not okay.

A sweet little daughter,
Who came from a loving mother.
She's practically flawless,
And to be loved by all.

Mommy always showed her off,
But what was there to show?
She only revealed what was skin deep,
So no one would see what she really was.

A freak.
A ******.
Crazy, and
Strange.

Mother always bragged about
Her "perfect daughter,"
Making everyone believe
That she was the perfect mother.

Tell me miss perfection,
I need to know the truth.
Why didn't she cry,
When daddy was an inch from death?

Because she doesn't care
About the bullies in her life,
She doesn't let the haters
Bring her down.

She's oh so broken.
Mommy would never know
What really goes through her mind
When she's alone.

She likes the dark because of you.
She likes to be hurt because of you.
Now she lets people in
Who completely destroy her,

And she loves every second of it,
Because of you.

How do you live with yourself?
When your mind has been twisted,
With so many anxieties?



You plan out every step ahead of time
Way ahead of time

You choose your actions carefully
Because one wrong move and you're dead

You don't make eye contact
People will see your pain, these eyes reveal everything

You walk faster
So no one can stare at you for very long

You don't speak up for yourself
There is nothing worth speaking for

You put a stupid smile on your face
Get through the day, you can cry your eyes out later

Every single step
Every single breath
Makes you wonder
Why you're here
And why it's happening to you

Every scar
Every tear
Reminds you that
You're broken
Useless

And unlovable

"Why are you so sad looking all the time?"
I glanced up with him with a blank look.
Sad looking? But I feel happy,
I'm supposed to be a happy person.
"What do you mean?"
Actually, I really like when people notice things about me,
That I feel deep inside, but don't usually see.
"Well, you've really changed.."
He replied as he sat down beside me.
"Are you still going out with that guy?"
I flickered my eyes towards his
"Yes."
He gave me a look of confusion,
Then ever so calmly,
Stood up,
And walked away.
Maybe it's just the blue in my eyes,
Giving away those feelings again,
Since they do have a direct path to my emotions.
I don't feel any different,
I'm just plain old, weird me.
I just wish I knew what he was talking about.
Have I changed?