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Whatyoudon'tknow Dec 2014
The voices return
But you're nowhere in sight
no longer see what is wrong, what is right
I just can't seem to find the light
Voices scream I have no where to turn
Sparkling music plays
Nightmares become reality
Losing thoughts of my mortality
Just a small abnormality in my mentality
Please remind me of brighter days
I want them to leave
But it scares me when they go
And I know I have nothing to show
It's real please don't go
Don't leave me alone to grieve
I need you now
Just save me somehow.
Whatyoudon'tknow Nov 2014
I hope it rains tonight I'm gonna cry
I know no one sees but there's more to me
Than meets the eye
I want to cut, scream, overdose don't ask me
Why I cant take the pain I feel inside
They tell me be happy don't know I try
Maybe I'll jump to see if I can fly
Cuz every smile, every laugh is a lie
I know hard to believe there's more to me
Than meets the eye.
Whatyoudon'tknow Oct 2014
I'm a desperate, pathetic, lonely fool.
You're mean, sadistic and cruel.
I'm naïve and over trusting.
You're heartless and merely lusting.
I'm crying.
You're lying.
I'm in pain.
You're vain.
I'm done.
You're having fun.
Just leave me please.
Put my heart at ease.
But I care.
Don't you know we're quite the pair.
*co written with my cousin*
Whatyoudon'tknow Sep 2014
Is this love or is it lust?
Are you the person, the one,
that my heart can trust?
Fit perfect in my rhyme?
So scarred I can not tell,
an angel like you sublime
from a demon in my mind.
Could it be true someone,
You could love someone like me?
Then I hear a soft whisper
...Yes
Whatyoudon'tknow Sep 2014
Boy
1,2 I like you,
3,4 could I like  you more?
5,6 but I don't date ******.
7,8 just set me straight!
9,10 Wanna be more than friends?
Whatyoudon'tknow Jul 2014
See the eye, the ******, little eye
See the puddle, the ******, little puddle
See the eye in the middle of the muddle of the ******, little puddle
See the eye, oh, that's right that's your eye
See the puddle, your ****** little puddle
See your are in the middle of the muddle of your warm, ******, little puddle.
Whatyoudon'tknow Jul 2014
I hear drums, late at night pulsing intense beats
      I hear violins, sad yet eerie and drown in dark
            I hear the piano, it cries of the night ahead
                  No one hears them, just me... My own private symphony.
Written in metronome of 13 syllables. Please dramatic emphasis in style of reading for best effect.
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