Fake is the new trend
and everyone
seems to be in style.

Stressed.
Depressed.
But well dressed.

Always speak
how you feel
and never be sorry
for being *real

Like a story
There is always a
Beginning, middle and an end
(i.d)

I’m I screaming loud enough
Or are they just ignoring me.
Can they see that I need help
Or do they just not care.
(i.d)

Friends are like
     music
Some high notes,
Some low notes
But always a
*beautiful song

Everything must end.
These flowers will,
And so will you and I.
(i.d)

sick of crying,
tired of trying, yes
I'm smiling but inside I'm dying.

Monsters are real, ghost are real too.
      They live inside us,
                And sometimes
They win.

Dark day, dark mind, I'm trying to hide the pain,

Dark love, dark road, I'm craving him, but he's away.

I'm losing myself on this dark road, in this dark day,

I'm a creation of a dark love, I have a dark mind.

We crave
               Attention.
Lust for
     * Affection.
and deny
     *imperfection.

We bleed just to know we’re a live,
We get hurt for the ones we love.
With our heads in our dreams,
Will never know what’s real.
Tired of the words that hang above our heads,
Which all just create scars in our heads.
(i.d)

Taking over one breath at a time
I’m losing control, I’m losing myself.
I look in the mirror but everything still looks the same
Maybe it’s not the demons, it’s just the real me!
(i.d)