Music is my life it's what I do all is listen to music I love the sound of music. It's my heart my soul my future I listen to it when I wake up I listen to it before I go to bed I just love the sound of music I love all music but I like Rick but serten types of rock.

I never thought this would be me

This is now the sickening reality I live in, just trying to starve off the next cut. Sweat, wake, heartache. I can't believe, I can't believe this happening. I didn't know I could feel so weak, I never thought I would be so in need. Is this how it's supposed to be? I never thought this would be me.

Somber thoughts as I close my eyes, clenching my teeth as I think of a lie. Dragging the blade down my arm, they always say it's darkest before the dawn

When I'm alone I'm my own worst enemy, a cut to the arm is the only thing that makes sense to me. I can't let you see me like this, so enveloped in sadness. I can't stand on my own two feet when the weight of the world is on me.

When I'm alone I'm my worst enemy, if only you could see what really inside of me, you would see that I'm not ok, that everything's not alright.

If people saw each other for who they really are, would you just see me with scars?

I'm not ok and it's not alright, please give me the strength to make it through this night. Just to live another day dear god I'm on my knees, I know this isn't how it's supposed to be. What the **** with wrong with me?

When I fell you weren't there, the only thing to catch me was the noose. You took the knife and hollowed me out. Please just cut me loose

This is now the sickening reality I live in, just trying to starve off the next cut. Sweat, wake, heartache. I can't believe, I can't believe this happening. I didn't know I could feel so  weak, I never thought I would be so in need. Is this how it's supposed to be? I never thought this would be me.

Some nights I wish
For the dark to go on forever.
For the night to never end.
For this day to not become the next
but to simply stay as this one night.
This perfectly, quietly, peacefully, dark
Night.

Deep as the ocean
Controlled by emotion
Forgetting about devotion
Choosed to live in an illusion

You know it can't be kept forever
But you still choosed to hide it
You're not a good pretender
Someday , you'll feel guilt

The bottom of the glass is second only to the view of your face.

Being with him was like experiencing all the seasons at once.
Steadfast like a frozen lake was his spirit. unique like a winter flake.
His voice was spring, soft and speaking life into all things.
A warm summer was his heart. Humbled by love and burning to serve.
His tones that of autumn. Apple crust skin sprinkled with cinnamon.
His exquisiteness enlightened her sensitivity to the senses.

In each season, weathered literal or emotional,
There was no longer room for her disillusion.
This time it was different because her heart,
Had decided to be glad in everything.
With or without him she would be alright, yet, she named him 'Miracle.'
She folded her hands, "Lord never let this season boy leave like the leaves,"
She prayed, "Keep him with me always."

If I told you
my secrets
would you
hold them close?
Or would you
careless
scatter them wide?

I keep your secrets
please keep mine

I am so angry and sad;
miserable and alone.
If I don't learn how to deal
my heart may turn to stone.
I don't wish to be bitter,
or heartless or cruel,
but this world is so harsh,
so my hatred gains fuel.
No man will ever touch me,
this I choose to be the case.
I am better off with none
that will try to read my face.
I am now so resentful and cold,
finding it hard to hold it in
to the point I've bit through my lip
trying to keep my anger within.
I've got strangers telling me I have attitude,
and my friends don't "recognize me".
I feel like TnT, about to blow,
is anyone going to stop me?
Don't be surprised when the city's in flames,
because the world let me down
a couple times more than I could bear
and my feelings, I couldn't drown.
The walls have holes
and my knuckles are bruised,
but at least, drugs and alcohol,
I haven't abused.
I've been doing fine by myself;
don't need a man to be pleased
since I'm actually more satisfied
when it's just me doing me.
It's all these people who don't care,
about what I want or who I am
that are causing me to feel this way;
causing me to not give a ****.
My fingers are chewed and chipped,
my palms have nail marks ingrained,
my lips are STILL BLEEDING
HOLDING IT IN; I'M TOO DRAINED!!
I don't want to hold it in anymore!
I want to scream with all I've got
and punch every person I see
until my pain can be forgot...
but alas...what does it matter,
I'm too nice to ever make a peep...
I'll tear myself apart by holding back
to save the world from me...

I’m tried ….

I’m tried to be me
Trying to do things
far  than before.


When I am wrong
it’s me,
trying to grow old
to do things .

And, So it’s me
Trying to be.
With this faith
in  Thee,  my soul to keep.