Hello World,
Do you remember me?
of course not.
I am forgotten,
as everything will eventually be.

I am the girl who smiles with pain in her heart,
a hopeless thinker from the start.

I'm taking care of your people you know.
The sad, the helpless,
the lowest of the low.

So where is my person?
Do I get someone?
No?
of course not

At least will you let me be happy?
To smile?
To laugh?
For all I feel now is your wrath.

Goodbye World,
Will they remember me?
Of course not.
I'll be forgotten,
for only the dead can see.

I feel not what others feel
I, in myself, am no longer real.

Die, I wish
..but won't.

So away I'll fly...
worry not mother and sister...
I shall return....
just not today.

Not all who wonder
                     are lost.
Not all who are frozen
                         defrost
Not all who are young
                            are foolish.
Not all who are emo
                                are ghoulish.
Not all who smile
                                    are happy.
Not all who laugh
                                        are peppy.
Not all who cry
                                              are sad.                          
                  
Not all that is gone was one had.

Quiet thoughts fill my head.
slowly, silently tears I shed.
Alone, with only myself as friend.
A broken heart i need to mend.

Left sitting...left thinking...
If silence is water, I am sinking.

Don't look into my eyes like you know my escape.
Do not touch.
You cannot take.

My level is where you're not.
Nor is anyone else that i've got.

Stop trying because you won't see,
who the real person is,
the girl called me.

"Help," she tries
but her tears drown the sound
of a little girl so desperately bound
by the things this world will never know
her smile and laugh is all she'll show.

Look past it then, and you'll see the pain,
of a little girl trying in vain.
Won't anyone see? Won't they care?
Will anyone even try to dare?

"Help," she starts...but quiets down...
for she is lost...and they are found.

I cannot hear the tick tock
of one so simple to be time on a clock.

The seconds are not mine to hold.
They stand frozen, leaving me cold.

To want, to need...a moment so dear,
yet the time i cry out for, will never be near.

The scars
are deep
and run through
my veins

as though you
were the one
who cut them.

Please talk to me
and make me feel

something that is actually real

For now I sit and do not know

what emotion to carry in my soul.

They all have left and gone away,

never to forgo another day.

Help me think.
Help me feel.

Maybe, once again,
i shall become real.