Good days Bad days Who decides them? No one really knows what is considered A bad or good day It changes with each person Everyone is a different person How can you focus on what you see? Have you ever thought about What happens behind the scenes? Hidden, Fake, I've written poems with these names And many other names like these All attributed to the behind the scenes People judge others' lives based on What they see No one cares about the unseen The late nights The dark fights All they see is your "whining" Or your "laziness" Not how much effort is put into being alive The resistance of the strong power of self-harm Can you people wake up? Please just realize there are people with serious problems Some could result in danger And toxic habits What would you do if everyone made your "bad day" **** Where it was so dreadful you didn't want to go anywhere And you just wanted to end it all
I see you're with someone else One of my friends I don't know how to get over you I've tried But I keep coming back There's a much deeper connection Than just friends I feel it No matter how far I run Or how far you push me away I'll always come back Even though you have abandoned me I will never abandon you No matter how many times You have pushed me aside And said you don't care You always say you would care If I died but now I'm not so sure I know your girlfriend would But I'm just an ex I want to be in your life But you always push me out Plus it hurts to see you and her Ever since that day That horrid day I've been lost You could even say that I'm Dead It feels like it Might as well make it true You wouldn't care You could finally be rid of me So maybe I'll say goodbye Forever
Alone That's what I am No one wants me around They could care less If I died Alone In class, at lunch I try to busy myself With clubs but I end up Alone If they did care they would've Done something About my arm Alone In a crowd I always thought It was impossible But it's real Alone Not noticed Outsider That's what I am Alone That's what I am My leg even says so It's etched in my thigh Alone In my room, in the hall At lunch, in a crowd Doesn't matter where I am always Alone Forever alone
I am living a nightmare, but who would actually care. What or who am I to you, probably nothing and I know that this is true. I am walking the way alone, hoping for someone being there for me before my last hopes are getting blown.
I trust everyone and that's a big mistake, I should just care about myself for ******* sake. But I am weak and just want people to understand, that's the only thing I would call my demand.
But who am I to a random, I am living the life of a phantom. Nobody really wants to see me, but this need of love will never leave me be.
I should just leave the way, before my hopes turn me gray and I don't want to suffer in a world of ignorance, that's my true stance. If you ever need my help, don't hesitate to ask, because I won't wait until you yelp.
How long can I keep This charade up? Everyone thinks I'm OK Mentally stable When really my life is at stake One minute I'm here The next I might not be How many people know But don't care? Are people scared? I'm scared that if people find out The real darkness in me They'll send me to a therapist Or worse an insane asylum I let down everyone I know My own boyfriend gets mad When I won't tell him stuff But if he knew... I bet you he would shrink away slowly He would say that he'll always be there When in reality he really wouldn't My friend said he'd always be there But where is he now When I need him the most How many times have I gotten told You can tell me anything But when I'm actually able to tell them They're gone I'm trying to keep up But its so hard when you're standing In the middle of a battle field with Arrows, knives, bullets and more Flying everywhere All around My feet planted in the ground Can't move Why is my life so messed up? Can't tell anyone anything Can't even trust my boyfriend With my thoughts Can't, can't,can't, There's just too much The storm's raving inside and out Can't escape My prison is flooding Soon I'll be dead But not really I'll be dead on the inside alive On the outside When will I ever escape? Someone save me I can't take it anymore Trapping it all inside Dead now but yet awake Goodbye world hello **** Knives digging in Someone help me Wanting someone to But knowing that no one will they dont care I'm gone The real me is gone And no one even Cared that it was there No one knows the pain I'm in No one knows the trouble Coming my way I'm so close to making The trade I don't want to But its getting really hard.
I fell into a pit of fire and washed myself from you. I watched how the fire burnt through my skin and peeled back the layer of destruction you created. I watch my flesh being torn apart and turning black because I made the mistake of choosing you. You underestimated me, you thought I wouldn't go to such extremes? you thought I would choose the abuse? you thought you could control me? you thought...wrong. I was unable to trust, to love, to feel... to live.