Wild thoughts are running in my head
Can't hold them down;
They won't stop until they are dead.
Run red streaks
Hide their blue cheeks
in the jungle of my mind.

Hurry, faster
They will catch up
They stop at nothing
to rip your heart out
and expose every inch of your tar-like soul.

Take me to a doctor
it got me.
I can't breathe anymore.
It's gotten the best of me.
The *****,bony hands
have grabbed me,
stolen me of vacancy.
It hurt my delicate
and poor
sanity.

Falling for him was her first mistake
The rest? Oh, Darling
They spread faster than venom

The trees talk to me in my sleep. Sometimes the walls do too.

Sometimes the tree's and the walls talk to each other while I just listen. I can't speak their language, but I know they are speaking about something amazing. I tried to learn languages. Spanish, latin even, but none of them seem to stick. I feel like I'm drowning, and then I begin to float only to drown again.

I lose myself sometimes, and bread crumbs don't help me find my way back. I get scared most of the time as well. Everything scares me and it's a waste of time to scream all of my fears so I keep them under my skin. I feel so small sometimes, and then I don't. Sometimes I believe I drank the growth potion like that ******* Alice and everything is too small for me. But then I shrink, and I feel insignificant as a piece of dust in the sunlight.

Because who really cares about one dust in the sunlight? Sure it's pretty, but you don't take the time to wonder about where it came from and how it got there. It's a stupid, little piece of dust. That's what I feel like.

Besides all the times I feel disconnected from myself and the world, there are times, moments I guess you would say, that I feel like I was meant to be there. There are times where I believe whoever is up there is actually paying attention to me and not regretting. But thats only for a small moment. Did I mention that I'm usually sad? The weirdest things make me sad, and the weirdest things make me happy. I think whoever made me did it with their eyes closed for ***** and giggles.

I grew
I fell
I hoped
I loved
I was accepted
And cast out
I was belittled
And cherished
I was all those things at one point
Now I'm not

I joined this world full of love and innocence
People kept on destroying me
Yet I opened my heart further and embraced
The constant stabs the world creates
I did nothing at first
But wait
And I carried a battered piece of cloth
To clean up the decaying drops of blood
My body made

Alone

Afraid

That was my life
That is my life

People told me to open the curtains to my darkness
They were wrong
My curtains were already opened
Now they are gone
My window to dreams never closed
But it's barred tight now
The door to my heart had a welcome mat outside it
people kept dusting their feet on my mat
So I burnt my door
And sealed my heart
Killed my dreams
**And fell apart.

I thought I wanted to be alone.
I thought it's what I needed.
Peace and quiet.
But sitting here in the corner of this room.
This horribly quiet room.
I'm having second thoughts.
Except I can't think.
The silence, it's loud.
Too loud.
It's starting to get to me.
My eyes scatter around the room.
Looking.
Searching.
For noise.
Just a trace.
None.
Not even a creak from the old floor board.
I need sound.
I need someone.

The sky is a bit bluer not.
The tree a bolder green.
Suddenly, the devil's face doesn't look so mean.

And after we fell,
Still you point us
As another mistake

watchful and weary
it's how he trembles and looks all teary eyed
every day from the long nights.
there's no look in his eyes,
he hides a disguise;
a mask said to be of honor and glory.
took the staff to his name,
was recalled as a shame
and never showed that face again.