This mask is too tight,
I can't seem to get it off.
I put it on so long ago,
I never thought it'd get stuck.
It's been so long I can't remember,
I can't remember what I look like.
All I've known for so long is the mask.
But I've always fit the mask so well,
I can't seem to pull it off of me.
I put it on so long ago.
I put it on too tight.
It's form-fitted to me now...
Can anyone help me rip it off?
Please...
I'm begging...

Butterflies on her arms then can never fly
Released by pain into a deep red sky

Sharpie marker tears on a stone face
Glass cutter knives take her skins place

The ones who cry for her know her pain
She dare not stop unless she go insane

A artistic name written in scars
To a split personality trapped between bars

She isn't a mutation just a mutilator
But she views her own hands as a traitor

A rebuke from the angles who watch her sleep
Know what separates the strong from the weak

Draw into the future is her painful past
She will do whatever it takes to last

my face is like a broken jigsaw puzzle with pieces that don't match up and my heart is like a never ending flame of love and hatred mixed into one and my fingers are often trembling and weak but i swear that if i was given a chance i could love you better than any human being possibly could i would tell you how your eyes have more depth than the sky as the sun sets on the horizon i would treat you the way the moon treats the streets echoing beautiful lights onto the road i would swallow the ocean and pour myself dry for you if you asked me to i swear that if we collided you and i would be the world

What's the point anymore
The depression is too strong and I am too weak
I can feel it clawing at my soul
Breaking my bones turning me into jelly
I can hear its whispers in my ears
Telling the rest of my body to just ******* give
What's the point anymore
My blood has already blackened
And eyes have already dried from the nonstop crying
My head aches and my heart is non-existent
I just need a respite from the ******* called life
Only I wish it would be permanent
No more tightropes, afraid I may fall 30 stories to my death
Not that it would be a bad thing to begin with
Funny I say I hate life so much but I'm terrified of death
Maybe a part of me wants to live
Forcing me to second guess every move I make
Only making it that much worse
What's the point anymore
Maybe there is one and I just can't see it
Maybe it's not just my left eye that is blind
Maybe it is me as a whole
And death isn't the answer I seek
Maybe just maybe I'll see

When I see you,
I want to run into your arms
For you to hold me tight
For us to never let go.
And I know you wouldn't mind.
But I hug you fast
And I just settle with "hi"
A soft quick word.

When I see you,
The emotions rush over me
My smiles wants to grow
I want to smile uncontrollably
And I know you wouldn't mind,
But I keep the smile smaller,
For fear you'll realize how twisted it can be,
And my true self I can't allow you to see.
So I settle with "hi"
I say it fast and soft,
And smile a subtle little smile.

I know a girl
Who sits behind a computer screen
Wondering if she's worth something

I know a girl
Who stares into space trying to think of reasons
Why people should care if she fades like the seasons

I know a girl
Who is broken more than she can comprehend
Who cuts and scars more when she tries to mend


I am a girl
Who could just cry -- I could just cry
When I see that maybe my words matter
Maybe there are people who like what I write