If I like girls what would you say?
I were to love a girl or a boy would that be okay?
I like girls, But when embraced I"m called a ******, I am confined to the normal reality of this world
I like boys, I can openly express that but can i really without being called a ***** or a ****? We are supposed to love everyone, but we do not love anyone but our selves, we are afraid of the different
We fear change, when will we change?

I feel lonely
and its killing me
there's a million thing
I wanna say
but I'm not supposed
to say it any way
the heart weighs a lot
pierce my chest and keep it apart
I don't love you anymore
but its not from my core
coz I love you and I know
I can't get over you anyhow
I wish I had a choice
but I'm dying to hear your voice
to smile with a broken heart
yeah I'm good at this art
the heart is bleeding
and desires are dying
hold me tight and let me stay
with my life, this love will fade away
your silence is killing me
instead shoot me and set me free
I don't love you anymore
I know its not from my core

How can it be, I said
As I laid and stared
Why me I asked God
I always prayed so hard
Why did this happen
What have I done
I never sinned or pinned
I was never out of line
All I did was obeyed
Why did you spare me
I should of just died
I remember still now
Many years later
The scar on his cheek
the smell of his odour
The bang against my head
Nothing but a faded scar
The marks on my stomach
Hiding behind my imperfections
I fought real hard
But I had to give up
I prayed that day
That God please don't spare me
I'd rather be dead, then a shattered soul
The image of his face haunts me still
I remember those eyes
Burning deep inside my soul
Lord how I seek for revenge
The one that stole my soul
He took away my motherhood
But he will never know
For that day will haunt me forever
And forever I will be afraid.

I hate my life
I am awkward
I am insane
I am everything bad
Which exists in this world

I hate my childhood
Because it was just an empty well
In which the snakes raked down my skin
And made my life hell.

I hate myself
Because I don't deserve this life
I don't deserve to be called anything good
I don't deserve these good people
I call my parents
I am just a peice of garbage
Which was sent here to rot.

I hate the type of goodbyes
where nothing is said
just things are forgotten

like the smell of my perfume dabbed slightly on my collarbone
applied softly, wishing you would notice

or how you ran your fingers down my neck
giving me goosebumps every time I inhaled the sweet aroma of rain lingering outside

and now
the beautiful words that flowed dangerously fast out of our mouths
are no longer spoken

you gracefully faded from my life

like how foggy breath fades in the winter