Silence
an eery sound
empty
yet fills and surrounds

Sometimes
it's cold
and terrifying

at other times
it's peaceful
and tranquilising

Silence
not a sound
sometimes it's lost
sometimes it's found

Demons Demons go away
I don't want to play your games
You tug at my heart
And ***** with my emotions
I don't get why hurting me is your devotion
Maybe one day these pills will work
The the curse will be lifted
But why do you  spend so much time up in my mind
At the loneliest hour you come to haunt and depression fills the air as I wait for this to end I sometimes think of mine
I say I'm fine but maybe this curse in my mind will subside with time or maybe it will haunt me till the end

Take a look,
A good look,
And tell me what you see...
What DO you see when you look at me?

Do you see beauty?
Do you see intelligence?
Do you see hope?
What Do you see?

Take a look at me,
I bet you don't truly see me,
The person I try not to be,
Do you see?

See the scars on my wrist,
See the brokeness of my heart,
See the fear in my eyes,
Do you see?

See the hurt that's left behind,
From years passed,
To years to come,
Look at me.

See me for who I truly am,
Because who I am...
Is a fighter,
And a warrior.

I fight everyday,
To keep from what people say,
I fight to keep myself here,
I fight to live another day.

I fight the urge to cut,
To over dose,
To drink,
To smoke.

I'm a warrior,
I have been through hell,
Breaking inside,
A little each day.

I've fought for escape,
I've fought for love,
I've fought for forgiveness,
I've fought for understanding.

So look at me,
And tell me,
What do you see?
Do you see the real me?

I'm loosing blood
to this machine
it's ripping me apart
soon I'll be empty
It drains me dry
and I've lost my mind
It drains me dry
'til there's nothing inside

When I leave this world
And go back to reality
I'm faced with the same
overwhelming wave of anxiety
too afraid for people to know me
too sacred to let people see
but everyday I go back
and everyday is the same
I have this barrier
you may know it as shame
I'm not shameful of myself
but feel shame for the ignorant-minded people
who surround me
in this shell
protecting me from being me

The hardest part,
Is that everyday I am reminded,
Of everything I threw away.