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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
"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 finally had someone,some to call my best friend.Because you...you were the closest to it,almost the closest I'd ever had.& now,now you're just every other "friend" in the hallway.
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?
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.
Moving OnWhy don't I want to leave, yet I do?Is it because I won't see you?Will I miss this okay place?Or will I miss your smiling face?Will I miss the people here?Or is it you I hold so dear?Will I miss the past behind?Or is it you stuck in my mind?Will I miss the sky so blue?Or dear friend will I miss you?
My Heart Knows The TruthI'm letting go,Walking away,I hold my head straight,I can do this, I breathe. You love him.I'm letting go,Gritting my teeth,Turning my head,My heart to protect, so it won't scar. You love him.I'm letting go,I fall to the floor,Bang my fists down,Tears. Gasps. Shudders. You love him.I'm letting go,I wipe my tears,I can do this.I can do this, right? You love him. You just can't help it. You love him.
EverLet me hold your hand and never let goLet me kiss your lips and feel your breath on my neckLet me embrace you and forever feel your warmthLet me love you and never have to part with youEver
Love and HateI want to scream,I want to shout,Love and Hate,What's it all about.You made me feel happy,More than anyone ever has done,So much emotion,Full of joy, love, happiness and fun.But you took it away,As quick as you gave,Once two equals,Now master and slave.I'm now your toy of torture,Like a child pulling wings off a fly,But it's not the physical pain,That makes me cry.Let me move on,Let me walk away,Remove these puppet strings,That you keep tugging each day.I remember when we met,So beautiful and kind,How was I supposed to know,You had the devils mind.I'm just hanging around,Waiting for my strings to move and my next tug,I feel cold, the darkness coming at me with its sharp serrated blade,I expect to be cut but I receive a hug.It is fate looking down on me,"Take my blade and cut yourself free"I cut the strings,Now I'm falling but I can see.
The girl with the glass heart.The boy with the black heart.He pities the girl with the glass heart.He is sorry that she is not made of stone like him.He is sorry that she cannot deal with it all like him.He promises to try help her, the best he can.But please know this girl, he is only a man.He cannot help you with it all, only some.The rest is up to you, if you want it done.He will help you with all he can, he promises.But he cannot help you with some, he's sorry for this.But as long as he is here, he will be trying to help.Because you'd do the same for him, and you are his help.So he welcomes you into his arms, with a smile on his face.He welcomes you with a kiss, as tears fall from his face.He is sorry you have to live with this, he really is.But he will try help you, if only with a kiss.He is sorry you are not made for this life like him.He is sorry you have bad problems, just like him.He is sad that you are, and will look after you.Because he is your boyfriend, and his world is you.
Blissfully IgnorantAre you fully aware?But emotionally recluse?Or blissfully ignorant,To your psychological abuse?You either don't care,Or you're just oblivious to my pain,Are you blind?Or intentionally driving me insane?The worst thing is,I don't think you are doing it on purpose,But how can someone,Be so blindly callous?You've hurt my feelings and my heart,It isn't fair,But if I told you,Would you even care?
doubt.i'm swimming in a sea of doubtclouded by over anticipation;i've been looking for a signbut the water's been prettymurky lately.so when did hello become goodbye?when did left start to be right?i'm sick of being ignorantand tired of being tired,and if i could give you a straightanswer, you know damn well;i'd try.but all the things you love about meare all the things i hate;and when you're living your lifein a fog made of dust,it isn't easy to love whoyou think you've become.but i will wait and watchthe murky water;i will sit and hope oneday, it will become as clearto me as your heart hasalways been;like glass, so easy to seewhat's inside,but still so hardto accept.and maybe i've been getting signs,but i'm just too afraid to ask whatthey mean.
Alone with my thoughtsAlone with my thoughts,Alone in my dreams,Alone in the night,Alone with my screams.Alone in that place between sleep and awake,I lay here alone and wait for daybreak.Alone in my room,Alone in my bed,But Im not alone in my in my heart or my head.For your love is forever in my heart,Your smile forever in my head.
Meaning Of WordsWho is it that gives words their meaning?Their purpose?You could say it is the creator of the word,The speaker,The writer,Yet I believe it to be the recipient of the word,The one who hears it,The one who reads it,Right now,As I write these words they have no meaning,Just a purpose to be read,Yet as you read them,You fulfil that purpose,Giving those words meaning.
There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,There is no place for justice or mercy.There is no place for true love anymore,It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.There is no place for me in this world,Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.There is no place for a hero in this world,The knight in shining armour must go unheard.There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,The winds of mourning passing through me.There is nowhere in this world for me...There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.
Pull Me InTrail kisses slowly down your neckYour skin warms under my lipsYour chest rising faster every secondMy hands caress your backAs your fingers dig into mineYour panting turns to a light moanWhen my lips find your chestBringing a blush of pleasure to your skinYou squirm as I trail kisses down your stomachArching into my lipsThe thin sheen of sweetMaking each kiss clingLingering along with your moansYour thighs quiver under my fingertipsAs you quack under my lipsYou drop in weaknessThen jerk to lifeGripping me tighterI crawl upResting my forehead on yoursStaring into your eyesAnd you pull me in
To a kiss
Silent Killer.silent.silent screams.silent whispers.silent sobs.silent tears.silent cries.silent secrets.silent depression.silent heartbreak.silent hate.silent evil.deadly.