Just smile and say
"No really, I am ok"
Underneath, you cry

I know you say it,
time and time again,
yet I wonder....
are you telling me,
or convincing yourself?

You touch me,
and sometimes i feel the connection,
and sometimes, sometimes it's way out there
i see the affection at times,
but i can't help but think it's not enough

It hurts,
when i think that you dont care
whether we last or not, its matters naught
it kills
to feel unappreciated

I need you to show me
that you, that you care
I need not only to hear it
but to see it
feel it...

I don't wanna go,
coz i strongly believe in us
and know that it can work
and i don't want to stay
where always feel unappreciated
Sincerely,
Dark Angel
i would walk up the walkway as i heard his voice, "never. i will never be on thy side!" he shouts. i just think we should've been there before it even happened, i thought. he was standing there. just thinking and nothing else more besides lost in in thought. i put the letter aside and said, "Gabriel. you're supposed to be an ark angel, i thought you were the one to protect." said I. he would just shake his head as he said, "never do i as much as i thought it would be." just for a minute i would just stare, until i hear the sound of his wings in disperse. alike when he said he loved me, he did. he'd say, "please forgive my thy side. i beg you to please forgive," i would just think that he would do something else. but then i noticed, he loved me because he does want to be with me. on the other hand, Roberto did also. Roberto was a brother to Gabriel, even though they do not get along quite well as they usually did before.

writer's block has been trying
to go down my throat and
down the chest
dive in the stomach acid
swim in the intestines
writer's block
has been trying hard
to get me,
see what I did there.

I have failed
Yet again
Although this probably isn't a surprise
Another thin red line up my thigh
Each one having less of an importance to me

A scream or cry to be happy
Why me? I ask
To anyone who listens
But I don't want an answer
I don't want your sympathy

I can't let you care
You have problems of your own
Taking up my problems too,
Well that would just be too heavy of a load

For someone who is struggling with them self,
How can they love anybody else?
My hate within is only for me
I'm the only one who deserves to be unhappy.

I will never be
The girl I was before.
My demons changed me
Now I'm insecure
I suffer by writing
what I want on my arm.
It starts with a "p";
That word is P E R F E C T
Society's slang word for self harm.

(k.l)

i'm a blanket thief
i have horrid bed head
i talk in my sleep
and i probably snore too
good luck.

Hello Mr.Law nice to meet you
I can only assume what you plan to do
Fill your palace with another criminal
An outweighed sentence and your sympathy minimal

Haha! But look at this I've got money this time!
The representation of wealth and greed is sublime
Prestige on my side and there goes your jurisdiction
So, You grant me diversion to heal my minds affliction?

Fancy be and fancy sells - I'm content with this fine
To be told what I've learned through all the signs
A psychiatric assessment to tell me i'm me
Mental illness is just humanity can't you see?

Thanks for the counselling I've learned oh so much
A man is what he is and you have told me as such
Individuality is a sickness and needs to be medicated
The soul who lacks conformity needs to be domesticated

Can't you feel my screaming heart?
I feel all yours and it's unbearable
To know everyone's intention may seem ineffable
Though my passion is emotion and empathy my art

Dwelling silent in a crowded room
To the right a pursuit of lust
And my left a lack of trust
Empty grins with their facade and doom

Another item has been stolen
My peers in an unknowing uproar
I see the culprits guilt pour
From his weary eye and coven

The ***** swoons the love of an unworthy patron
She gazes at me with a tempting question
Attempting to construct my envy and affection
My will is stronger than that seducing notion

The lonely man makes a joking inquisition
All the rest see it as a laughable gesture
I look with sad eyes to see his slouching posture
He wants to die in his pathetic position

The muscle bound dunce smacks his lips
Glorified as the acrobatic conversationalist
Strapped men in shackles and girls can't resist
His compensated shortage of yays and yips

A quiet smile looks on with a perfect mask
Playing pretend with an inglorious burden
Faking a life inside of her chaotic garden
Of hollow theatrics in which she basks

There goes the lad with his flippy hair
The little ladies want a picture with the fellow
Oh you're so rad the flocking lasses bellow
And, you wonder why I don't seem to care?