There is no try...I can't let go,of caring.I can't let go,of hoping.I can't let go,of life.I just want to go.I don't know where.Just not here.I can't let go,of memories.I can't let go,of dreams.I can't let go,of sadness.I just want to go.I don't know how.Just to see if I can.I just can't let go.
ParalyzedI can't imagine you,beside me,waiting for my words.Your eyes fixated,on me,expecting parting lips.The furl of your brow,questioning the silence,that I have created.I can't imagine you,beside me,waiting.
LifeI woke up today,not knowing,what the world was like.Was this the dream,or the nightmare,I fought to escape?I pinched myself,to feel,the truth of reality.I woke up today,knowing pain,of the real world.
LifeDebating and debating,myself as accuser,as defendant.Subjectivity,circumstantial,my decision.Or is it?
StratificationBlind,to all the world and its many ways, choosing the path most trodden,to blend with the norms of your kind.Deaf,to the woes and throes of others, who do not follow the established way,because they are the ones most defiant.Dumb,in their ladder of chains and lies, as you toil away to get ahead,to the ones who demand the most of you.Trapped,by ideas not your own, or maybe not ones you chose,but follow shamelessly without question.
Burning UpHe doesn't know,I love him,like those years before.Like Icarus before me,I fell,as I neared the sun.Months of pain and healing,to forget,what you had done.Yet here I find myself,rebuilding,so I may soar.
You are EverythingYou are amazing.You are the smiling face,That gave that kidBetter hope for this place.You are the helping hand,Even if you didn’t know it,That helped everything turn outBetter than planned.You are the voiceThat helped someoneMake a vital choice.You are the jokeThat made them laughAnd gave them that strokeOf happiness that they needed.You are the bright eyesThat light the way,A lantern of hopeThrough the fog of lies.You are their push towardsTheir positive afterwards.And you are far from worthless.You,To someone,Are the most important personIn the world.We are all charactersIn someone else’s story.That pivotal point,That pushes them from misery,And leads them to their glory.
.i have lovedunafraid;i have dancedto the music of torturei can forget the rest
I Will Love MyselfSilence was at my doorstep.Rain fell from the storms of my eyesand hit the cold earth of my cheeks.Sunlight fell down my facein gentle waves.And blood tinted lipssmiled only slightly.The gentle springthat bloomed inside my chesthad begun to growand flourishand replace the winterwhose frost had held tightlyonto my heart.Silence was welcome.Tears were shed in joy.Sunlight was here to warmand blood to live.This was it.I had made it.I know who I am.
Eat Something, PleaseIt's your fault, you know.It's you who's spewing your guts into the toilet,like powdery snow.Every day you hit the bathroom floor,grasp the porcelain rims,and your vomit echo through the door.I hate it! I hate it, more than anything in the world.I wish you could just tape your mouth shut,and your noises I could ignore.It's all about you, and the agony you've been through,but through your selfishness and saliva,I hope you realize I suffer too.I stay by your side when you treat me like crap.When you scream at me and yell,I've always had your back.How I wish I could purge when life gets too tough,I wish I could be weak like you,but my strength is just too much.How wonderful it would be, if you could take my place,and when you saw your broken form,then you would see the pathetic look on your face.But “plop, plop, plop” your vomit continues to roar,and through the repetitive screech,how I wish I could slam the door.I wish I had the strength to leave your
I Won't Let You Become Like MeI saw you fall to the floor.Because you couldn’t take this anymore.You laid there and said to me,Through tears that fell from your eyes,“Who cares if I were to die?”Reminding me of those hundreds of times,I’ve seen people bend and break.I’ve gotten so used to smiles that are nothing more than fake.I remembered standing by silently,Watching everyone collapse around me.Seeing bottles scattered around,Broken glass covered the ground.And I wondered to myself,“Is he ever going to get better?”And I watched you as you died,Slowly tearing yourself apart from the inside.Memories are still flickering,Behind my eyes.I suddenly remember my own cries,For someone to save me.Because I was so close to falling,That the abyss seemed more inviting,Than trying to hang on for a moment longer.Because my arms were too tired,To hold on.I am back in reality,Watching you fade away.And I see myself,And the countless other people I’ve wit
i'm cold, could you pass me a blanket?my kindergarten teachertold me there were flowers in my soul.too bad it's always autumn;dead inside of me.the garden is a crumbled heap,and my heart suffocatesbeneath the leaves.