It is easy to imagine
with paper and a pen
It is so easy to pretend
that everything is fine
When you write the endings
  the story is your own
You control it all
there doesn't have to be villains
People of the gruesome kind
you tell the stories inside your mind

By; Breannah Cross

Darkness is all she sees
When she looks at you
Even when she looks at me
The abyss of her sorrows
Goes down for days
Each day she borrows
Because it has never been the same

There are taunting whispers
Turning to screams
She lays awake crying
Afride of her dreams
The abyss in her heart
A hole to huge to fill
The abyss in her soul
It will never heal

She wonders each morning
How she will feel
If today's not a good day
She wonders how she'll deal
She has been falling for a while now
But no one has noticed
She has been hiding for a while now
But no one has found out

Her abyss is her prison
Her skin her cell
She's on eternial lockdown
Trying to breakout
Her efforts are pointless
Her attemps she has failed
She wants to stop trying
But the pain she can't bare

She is begging for help
But no one is listening
She is living this hell
But they dont see her missing
They don't notice
The look in her eyes
But I, I notice
Every single time

My abyss is my prison
My skin is my cell
Is it of my own making
I can't even tell
My wrist they hold scars
My heart is all bandaged
My soul tells the stories
My mouth can't manage

By; Breannah Cross

Yesterdays hold little meaning
Yesterdays have lack of dreaming
Yesterdays are in the past
But yesterday is all we have

In yesterday you help my hand
Yesterday you loved this
Today has only brung me pain
Today is not the day for me

In yesterday we were in love
Yesterday had an us
But yesterday is long gone
Yesterday could be our song

If there were words for yesterday
Thoes words would be you and me
If only yesterday was on repeat
Though yesterday lives inside of me

I wish on yesterday could be relived
I wish today all the best
Today hold heartbreak
It holds pain

Today is the begining of the end of me

By;
Breannah Cross

When did we become so deaf
To the screams of lonelyness
Why is this the path we walk
To prideful to say we've lost

When did we become unfeeling
Blind to a touch
Deaf to yeilding
Why is this the road we've paved

When did we become so hard
Rage and lust becomeing all we are
Why have we laid down these tiles
A path that holds not reconcile

Why is this the world we've made
Why is home not a safe place
Why are caght up in the lights
Why is life eaisily left behind


By;
Breannah Cross