The silent one
quietly mourns
And wishes that he was never born

The pressure he feels throughout he day
the feel of his soul's decay
never a whisper wil you hear
nobody knows thats he's  here

Wishing to find a sliver of light
to come and save him from his plight
the silent one silently mourns
and curses the day that he was born.

The endless question
forever pondering
what it truly means to love

it makes and breaks
heals and steals
a gift to be treasured
and a scar when its taken

maybe because I'm so young
love still boggles my mind
but all I really care for now
is to hold tightly to this love of mine

always alert
never at ease
not knowing when awareness
became paranoia

When did the confusion start?
The inner battle between
heart and mind

as age comes the balance tilts
the childlike logic
the simplicity
the assurance of knowing who you are

Pulling the strings a puppet helplessy dances
it's heart dried and shrivled up
the appleaing sparkle in its eye long gone

expecting nothing but perfection, like a  antique doll
brung out only for show
then forced back into confinement

Heart not acknowledged
brain dead
numbness, the only sensation
that is not yet gone

Stuck living in a world
where  children
are just mere dolls

Most think
Those of us that are naive
Will be hurt when we learn the true workings of the world

We simply choose
To block out this pain
And anguish surrounding us

Although the screams and cries are still heard
As we see innocence torn away
We silently pray our naivety will stay

words hurt,
they break and shatter lives
they destroy ones self-esteem

they are the most powerful weapon.
and the most abused
for words are meant to be uplifting

though in our cruel world today
we just shoot down those
that could've been our brothers and sisters

See that girl holding a knife
ther life was nothing but turmoil and strife
slowly she lets go of one last breath
while a trail of blood leads her to her death

the laughing sneers, the cruel grins
suddenly stop when they see her gone
those who wished for her death
now mourn over her rose bed

the inoccent smile no longer in place
replaced with a tortured face
pained iris's refelfect
you were responsible for her death