Sorry.I'm sorry for the things I do,sorry for the things I say.Sorry that I talked to you,sorry that I'm this way.I'm sorry that I trusted you,and sorry that I lied.Sorry that I laughed at you,sorry that I cried.I'm sorry that I hated you,I'm sorry I loved you too,I'm sorry that you broke my heart,and that it still belongs to you.
I ChangedTrying to cover the tears, trying not to show my fears.Why do I keep it all inside? My pain getting harder to hide.I used to be cheery, it used to be real.But now it's different, and they're making some big deal.Saying "Why are you so sad?" and "You look depressed."Can't you just leave me alone, let it rest?So maybe I've changed...what's that got to do with you?Just because I've changed? Well maybe you have too.Everyone changes.
EscapeI'm trying to escape,trying to get away,trying to ignore what they do,forget about what they say.No move I ever make,can ever be one right,every simple thing I say,always starts a fight.I'm sorry I'm not perfect,the way I'm supposed to be,the thing is your slowly killing me,why can't you see?I'd really like to run away,where someone would understand,to someone who could see my pain,and gently take my hand.
Can't Help Loving YouI really cannot help it,It says so in my heart,I really cannot help it,Though I didn't feel so at the start.But now we're closer and I realize,I'm lucky to have you,All the things you say to me,The sweetest things you do.You cheer me up,When I am down,You make me smile,When I frown.You may not ever realize,My feelings deep and true,You may not ever notice,I can't help loving you.I'll never stop loving you, there's no way I could.
No EmotionsSometimes it's easy,Sometimes it's not.Sometimes it's cold,Sometimes it's hot.Sometimes I smile,Sometimes I grin.Sometimes I lose,Sometimes I win.Sometimes I pout,Sometimes I frown.Sometimes I'm up,Sometimes I'm down.Sometimes I'm sweet,Sometimes I'm nice.Sometimes sugar,Sometimes spice.Sometimes I laugh,Sometimes I cry.And then there's those days...I want to die.
Life Is Like A Board Gamesometimes it's hard, the going gets tough, sometimes saying sorry, just isn't enough.sometimes you have to move forward 12, sometimes move backward 4,sometimes you split between a 7,just to even the score.there's times the you're sent back to start,and times your up ahead,sometimes people say things,that cause tears to be shed.there are certain times you lose,and other times you win, whether red, blue, green, or yellow,no matter the color of your skin.
Suicide After DeathAs they look upon her casket,tears in their eyes,wondering why she did this,they can't seem to help but cry.What they don't know would hurt them,suicide was her dismiss,but could you call it suicide?she was dead so long before this.
MisunderstandingPitter Patter, goes the rain.Her cry, filled with pain.Where is he?Where did he go?Didn't I see him? Just a minute ago?He was here, and now he's gone.And now a thought begins to dawn....He's left her, he's moved on.She loved him, he loved her too.Or so she thought, and in her mind, a plan begins to brew.She'll get back at him, oh yes!She will, she'll make him pay.She'll even kill.He took her heart.She took her life.And now that man has lost his wife.He didn't leave her, he hadn't moved on.He was too late....and now she's gone.Pitter Patter goes the rain.And now his cry is filled with pain.
FlawedInsecurities.Screaming at me,haunting me,clawing at every inchof my body.That little voice inside my headsounding strangely like my own,tearing me down,apart,from the inside.Each hate-filled blow,hits harder than the last.Each self-inflicted cut,each burn,hidden in shame,nonexistent to the piercing eyes of others,visible only in that lonely mirror reflection.Puffy eyes,tear-stained cheeks,little dotted lines drawnover every flawed bit of me.Not pretty enough,talented enough,smart enough,good enough.There is not a perfect inchwithin my being.Why can't I be beautiful?
Invisible Girlshe's the girl who doesn't talk,too hurt to say a thing.she's the girl who misses you,seeing you makes her heart pang.she's the girl who hardly cries,she wants to come off tough.she's the girl who fakes a smile,you'd never know her life was rough.she's the girl who you put last,but say you love her most.she's the girl who'd cry & cry,if you became a ghost.she's the girl who messes up,she can't do anything right.she's the girl who gives up first,no, she won't win the fight.she's the girl who'd give everything up,just to be with you.she's the girl who needs you most,the girl you look right through.
Open CasketAn open casket,a black rose.I bend over her body,my tears stain her clothes.I feel their empty hugs,they say I'm in their prayers.As I mourn her death,upon me are their stares.They say they understand me,say they know how I feel.But I can see their steely glares,they pretend this isn't real.I say my dear goodbye,they lower her into the ground.I throw myself upon the dirt,and weep without a sound.
"Best Friend"You left me here,alone in the cold.I can almost see the wind blow.It brings back memories,memories of you.The way you used to smile,you know, back we were two.three musketeers minus one, "best friends".The warth of your hug,and those silly jokes you told,while trying to cheer me up, force one smile out of me.I opened up to you, telling you everything.& now thinking back I realize...you told me nothing.Nothing worth knowing, anyway.Whatever happened? Did you just get bored?I'm not always cheery, not always interesting,but I thought best friends was more than that.Maybe I was too eager,eager to believe I fi
A Beautiful - Terrible SceneYou are in a vast forest. You walk into a big clearing, a meadow. Soft, lush, green grass is growing with little clumps of tiny yellow flowers here and there. The meadow is very big and is surrounded by trees on all sides, but one. In the distance you see something glisten in the sun and run towards it. It’s a lake, filled with clear, blue, glistening water, not that deep. At the bottom you can see the white sand and little fish swimming. Around the lake are cherry, peach, and apple trees, ripe and sweet-smelling, in full bloom. You pull a peach off of one of the trees and bite into it, tasting it’s sweet juices. You look up
One Summer Nightone night,i got to thinking,all about you and me.one night,i finally realized,how stupid i could be.one night,while i was thinking,i looked you in the eyes.one night,was then i realized,you were a mess of lies.one night,i got to thinking,all about you and me.one night,i finally realized,why we weren't meant to be.
One Last GoodbyeWriting one last letter, saying one last good-bye,My blood falling to the floor, as if coming from the sky."You told me that you love me, but we could never be,I cannot live without you, so I'm doing this you see.""If we cannot be together, then I don't want to live,I've got nothing left at all, nothing left to give."I close the envelope softly, seal it wish a kiss,Turn to look the other way, and wait for my dismiss.
Hey, Pretty Girlhey, pretty girl,try not to cry.i know he broke your heart,it all was just a lie.hey, pretty girl,try and smile just for me.forget all about him,he's worthless as can be.hey, pretty girl,don't let this bring you down.you've got far too pretty a smile,to waste it on a frown.
Silent Killer.silent.silent screams.silent whispers.silent sobs.silent tears.silent cries.silent secrets.silent depression.silent heartbreak.silent hate.silent evil.deadly.