He's standing there in sorrow Faked and acted up Probably practiced in a mirror He's hiding the girl who's leaned against the wall who's listening intensely As he tells me he has to leave "Goodbye" "Goodbye" Tears are burning my throat. He leaves when I tell him to He never comes back. I don't want that liar to anyway.
Green and orange shrubbery Pink and black sakura trees Spring and Winter has barely passed until Fall comes to stay There's no snow anywhere anytime. But the wind is very chilly mostly The smell of dead leaves is everywhere The sound of a drizzle and thunder is more common than sunlight Misery and loneliness cling to my legs But they stay there like cloth They keep me warm while everyone else Cries over broken hearts and lost friendships. This is where I am right now. Why would I leave?
I want to write I want to write something that hits the hearts of others that makes them see that makes them realize that changes their lives forever I want to write inspiration I want to draw a forest of words with my pen I want to live a life of happy smiles and meaningful conversations I want to comb a river with my words To speak aloud the writings I have And show the world what I can do That I am worthy of being alive Worthy of giving back to others Worth the wait, the anger, the pain That everyone who's met me has gone through. I want to write.
My nose is dripping something wet it's falling to the ground plip, plip I look up at you. With your ****** fist and angry scowl Sadistic eyes widened with glee I'm just a little kid I can't fight back. I rub the blood off And stand up bracing for more
It's strange the way I am My name is always different to others Ash, Ashlyn, Lyn. I've been called other names, too. ******, Crazy, Insane, Wreck Wrong, Right, Girl. I mean..they're not wrong. But I have a name you know.
I am alone I think No matter what I do. I reach out to others But when the fear isn't there it all feels fake I am alone. When will someone reach for me?