Hurt
the Universe is crashing down on  me
i was Ripped apart and buried alive
no one to Tell that there was something wrong

Damaged beyond repair
No one could save me
No one would save me

Even now
The Hurt runs deep.

How can you forget the scars that criss cross your body but no one else seems to see
You want to scream at them and shove it in their ignorant faces, but you don't
You hold it inside until once upon a time someone asks why you're shattered and sewn back together
By then it's too late and you know if you try to explain, they'll run away
And you'll be alone again right before the tears flood through the cracks on your skin and consume you
They'll force you out of your very soul and the stitches will be replaced once more

Ripping and tearing, pulling and scratching,
The door at the end of the hall is latching.

Blood, and knives, and skeletons a plenty,
Never before have I witnessed so many.

Werewolves and demons and vampires at feasts,
Snakes as big as giants, and strong, scary beasts.

Falling forever through black, empty space,
A fist poised to hit, the child is braced.

These nightmares are many, but still quite the same,
The dreams are important, decide if I'm sane.

Losing an arm, or a leg, or my face,
Doors shrinking, but yet we're still standing in place.

They seem so real, but are actually fake,
Because the maze is turning, which path should I take?

We're running and tripping, torn apart by a bear,
This only begins my endless Nightmare.

Unknowing, unaware.
Doesn't see, so it doesn't care.
Hanging up - Just like the bones,
Limp and lifeless and no one knows.
By the neck, the hanger holds;
Touched by the dark and growing cold.
The beauty gone, the color faded;
The fight is over, the survivor gave in.
Cursed by the mind, tainted by darkness,
Victim of everything, eyes dull and spark-less.
Nothing left, the coffin closes.
The door shuts early
                         On the Pink Sweater's Closet.