Stereotypes~ A poemJust because I'm Blonde,More Like This
Doesn't mean I'm dumb,
Just because I'm angry,
Doesn't mean I believe in Islam
Just because I'm Christian,
Doesn't mean I will preach,
Just because I'm Asian,
Doesn't mean I will teach
Just because I'm Jewish,
Doesn't mean that I'm greedy,
Just because I'm *black,
Doesn't mean I am needy
Just because I'm human,
Doesn't make me bad,
Just because your different,
Doesn't make me sad
*I am so terribly sorry for using that word! I know it can be offensive, and I promise that I wasn't trying to be offensive with it! I really wanted to put African-American, but unfortunately I felt that would too long! I'm so sorry!
Author's Note: I'm sorry for anybody who gets offended by this poem! I really don't want to offend anybody! So I'm really sorry if anybody does get offended.
At a DistanceAt a DistanceMore Like This
I keep myself far away
So that I may enjoy my Day
Ignoring men’s endless scars
So that I can go drink at the bars.
But why, isn’t isolation the bane
That will drive most insane?
Not for me, what do they care
If I go bald or pull out my hair?
At a distance I’ll stay so I’ll be at peace
I don’t want to mourn or be on someone’s emotional leash
Why? Simply because I’m human, why all the fuss?
You never cared about my work so I’m not going to cuss
Over you, him, her, not over any folk
So don’t lump me in the same bowl of yolk
As you people, didn’t you know?
That I’m not going to be a part of your show.
If that hurts you, then have fun with that.
Now whine and cry as I play with my cat
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?More Like This
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
Shadow WorldMore Like This
It's enveloping my heart
And tainting my soul
I've been corrupted by the dark
A new power to behold
I'm too far gone already
Just give in
Accepting my tragedy
A new path will begin
Transform into what I dreamed of
No longer afraid
The road to peace will be victorious
A triumph so great
I closed my eyes for the last time / I watched it all disappear
I left behind my old life / I've become what I've feared
I know this path is one that very few desire
But what's done is done
Never again will I look into a mirror
For my darkness and I have become one
It's what I've always wanted
So I tried to cast aside my guilt
But I will always be haunted
From the innocent hope I killed
It's blinding my morals
And embracing my greed
I left behind my sorrow
And gained a new kind of belief
I've done it, I've really done it
Dawning this new dusk
I've made it into the darkness
The light was never enough
Lonely CriesDon't look at meMore Like This
When I fall apart
I don't want you
To hear my cries
I will always push away
The ones who say they care
It's just sorrow and shame
They care only about themselves
It's just their morality
That makes them pretend
They never look in my eyes
Too afraid of what they might see
Of the empty stare
That won't go away
Scared of the darkness
Of the soulless face
And the hint of a murder
That is always there
EmoMore Like This
Falling, feeling so weightless.
So free, falling headfirst into…
I opened my eyes and saw,
Darkness and I fell into its embrace.
Into the nothingness,
The abyss is so quiet.
So peaceful and serene,
Is this death?
I never imagined it like this…
I smiled at the emptiness before me.
I could have sworn it smiled back.
I lay at the cold marbles of emptiness.
I began to dream.
I dreamt of…
Bright light flashed into my vision.
I woke up with a start.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes" I said, as I felt your comforting hand on my shoulder.
This is just a dream after all…
Hashtag“The internet,”More Like This
Some people say,
“Is the plague
Of our day!
It pushes youth
And makes them
To that I,
If I may be so bold,
“Truth be told,
I think that’s rubbish.
You are wrong.”
I think it a wondrous thing
That has helped bring
Love and hope
And ways to cope
To so many.
It has bought
Improved our quality
On many things.
I, for one,
Have learnt many lessons
School never taught me;
From ways to be happy
To how not everyone
Fits into the gender binary.
Before the internet,
I thought ‘gay’
Was a dirty word.
Which is absurd,
Because I’ve always been
Of that way –
A girl who is gay.
So, it’s safe to say,
The internet has helped me
Two words that make
But, I think,
Another thing down to the
Words Can KillI'd rather drive a knife through my skull,More Like This
or tie a red rope around my neck,
than listen to the bullets coming from your mouth.
I'd considered suicide, but I'm too weak to do it.
But I'm kind of lucky, aren't I?
Because your actions are suicide.
Shove me into the lockers when I’m late to class.
Throw my books out of my hand,
call me names, like idiot and dumb ass.
When I go to the internet to escape my hell,
I see that you've posted things on the web,
things I begged you not to tell.
Your words are like pills in a plastic bottle,
and the more I listen, the more I hear,
the more I want to swallow.
I'm in this war alone, solitude is my fortress,
because those around me are too scared
to extend a gentle hand of comfort.
They point and laugh to fit in with the crowd,
and all the while,
I’m forced to walk through the halls with my head down.
I've bled enough blood to numb the pain,
but whenever I get to school,
the pain starts again and again.
There's no escape from your
Love is LoveWhy can't people see?More Like This
Isn't a choice.
That people were made this way,
It's shameful that even today.
People get shamed for liking the same sex.
Gender shouldn't matter,
What matters is if the two people that are together.
Love each other.
Love is love.
Children shouldn't feel like something is wrong with them,
Because they're parents say they can't be different.
That they're straight,
That's the end of it, it's the only way.
Nothing is wrong with the kid,
Something is wrong with the parents.
For being so closed minded.
I just wanted to say,
It's okay to be who you are.
Love who you want to,
Just be you.
If people who can't move with the times,
Have a problem.
Then screw them,
They can't dictate your life.
So be brave,
And love who ever,
As long as you're both happy together
Internet FriendsInternet friends are fake, unreal, untrustworthy.More Like This
Parents say , “Don't give your information
to someone who may do something dirty!
They're liars, evil and rapist in waiting.
Their compliments and gifts
are just another form of baiting.”
I'd like to think that we judge without
getting to know,
what happens on the other side of the mouse.
Internet friends are there when we're alone,
till 2 a.m on weeknights,
chatting with us until the pain is gone.
They're always there to confide,
when we're sometimes
on the verge of suicide.
Pulling us through our depression,
begging us not to relapse,
not to succumb to our regressions.
“Get help, not attention,” they'll tap in chat,
as a response of a picture,
that'll show our wrists all hatched.
Sometimes it's the little things they do for us,
like sending “You're amazing” “You're beautiful”,
“You're so full of love.”
They encourage us at times when our “friends” don't,
Don't Try to Convert Me (Please)I'm undecided, afraid to jump into the lakeMore Like This
that forces me to take a side,
to pick a faith.
I renounce the idea of a Being who allows disaster,
who lets the poor suffer,
and sheds millions to pastors.
So please, get that bible out of my face.
Stop trying to “rescue” me from hell,
before it is suddenly too late.
Is it love or hate you're trying to convey?
Because you curse me to hell,
whenever I turn away.
I'm suddenly stupid because I don't conform to your views,
I'm suddenly a “heathen”
because I refuse to believe what you do.
No! I’m not queer, I just don't understand
what's so bad about
a man loving a man.
Like I said earlier, get that bible out of my face,
are you trying to convert me?
Or scare me away?
I'm undecided, not a devil worshiper,
I’m just trying to find who I am,
you're making me struggle more.
Get away from me, you're the bad ones!
Calling me evil, turning me “Christian”
When I have no desire to be one!
I suppose your god
Can You Hold on One More Day?I read a poem about a boy.More Like This
Who had lost all of his pride and joy.
He wore his heart on his sleeves.
Which were stained red,
From all of the blood that he bled.
The boy died...
By the blade of a knife.
That he ran up and down his wrists.
And I couldn't help but cry.
That poem was fake.
There wasn't such a boy.
It wasn't a true story.
But... Then I began to realize.
That just because it wasn't that specific boy.
There are others just like him.
Begging for death.
Slitting their wrists,
And hoping to die.
Because so many times,
And so many times,
But nothing gets better!
I just wanted to say,
I've been that boy.
At some point.
I felt that way.
And I just wanted to say,
I am so sorry.
I know it hurts but hang on another day.
Please, stay with me dear.
Don't join that boy,
No, not tonight.
Stay with me,
Dream it. Do it.Dream all you canMore Like This
But don’t spend all your time sleeping.
Feel all you can
But don’t spend all your time weeping.
If you see a shooting star;
Catch it and run far.
Let its burning light ignite
Your heart, mind and soul.
But also be inspiration;
And you could be
The voice of a generation.
Daydream and scheme
And look beyond
What things seem,
But also do and be;
Allow yourself restraint
As a means of being free.
Dream in reality
As well as in your sleep
And you’ll soon find
Is yours to keep.
StardustYour body is made of stardust.More Like This
How cool is that? Just
Think about it. Stardust.
Your body is a universe
With your heart as its sun,
And it has been pumping
To keep you alive
Since you begun –
A whole sun
Wants you here.
Your lungs are two galaxies;
Each an inhaling and exhaling
And they work their hardest
To keep you okay –
Two entire galaxies
Want you to stay.
Your blood cells are meteors,
Going as fast they can
To keep you safe and sound –
Millions of magnificent meteors
Want you around.
Our souls are night skies
And our flaws
Are constellations that
Make us who we are –
Making us each as unique
As each and every star.
Please, don’t become a supernova tonight.
Thank YouI am thankful forMore Like This
How a professional footballer
Is still a professional footballer
Even though he went to prison for rape.
I am thankful for
The number of kids I know
Who cut themselves
Because life is too much.
I am thankful for
The unarmed, retreating black kid
Shot in the back by
An unpunished police officer.
I am thankful for
The number of people
Who are starving to death
In the land of plenty.
I am thankful for
The Westboro Baptist Church
And every other person who uses religion as an excuse for hatred.
I am thankful for
All the gay people
Who have been beaten
Just for daring to love.
I am thankful for
All the transgender people
Who have been beaten
Just for daring to be themselves.
I am thankful for
Who put an insentient fistful of cells
Before a living, breathing human and disregard their autonomy.
I am thankful for
The teenage girls
Starving themselves to death
To look like an impossible model.
I am thankful for
All the little girls
Tribute to zeldaMore Like This
From hearts of young to hearts of old
Link's adventures will be told
In our hearts it's set in stone
In our minds the name is known
The legend flies from near and far
Makes no difference where you are
At some point you must have heard the name
As many others play this game
Around us all for many years
The name alone can spread some cheer
The magic holds onto our hearts
Truly is a work of art
Speak it loud for all to hear
Say it to all that are near
We will always remember it's name
The Legend of Zelda is a magical game.
On EarthenwareIMore Like This
The empty hollow he persists to be;
and squandered things…
Squandering things –
wind through such a cavity of metal,
howling and crying for home.
Tides and leaves, tides and leaves,
north and eastwards blowing.
Sowing seeds the old man heaves
his legs from earth to earth.
With every breath he bends his back,
and bows to tides and leaves.
Cracks the thunder and the dawn
as sky would sunder and fall upon
the wind in the hollow of his bones.
Behemoth’s love was surreptitious,
kept to litanies and wondered things.
like shades and winds
following the evening clouds back home.
Cries and heaves, heaving breaths,
obeisance to the storm.
A face as lined as fractured ground
affords a trench for heaven’s tears.
Cracks the thunder, calls the crow,
in heralding their plunder.
Behemoth’s heartache dies alone,
on fractured earth
Ravens of WarDonovan Ashton was greeted by only one Raven. His Raven, to be precise. She stood at the end of the narrow hangar, just outside of the marked yellow lines, with her hands folded behind her back. She was dressed in black, her skirt to her knees, her shirt clinging to her body from wrist to just under the chin. Curiously, she was barefoot, and her black hair was to her waist and cut in a severe line across the forehead. The Prime Terras of Foerster unbuckled from his seat, ignoring his pilot's protest that the landing sequence wasn't done yet, and leaned forward across the dash to get a better look, such as he could as the small craft bobbed in its descent. There was a lurch, he swayed as it settled to the ground, and the engines whined as they shut down.More Like This
“She's not very imposing,” Donovan complained.
“Doesn't have to be imposing. Just has to be smart,” the pilot replied, distracted by shutting down the ship.
BabayagaLanguid smells from bronzen potsMore Like This
were dun and thicked the air.
She stirred them in those tumid lots;
rags or leaves or flowers fair.
Her pungent potions wracked the panes
of pear shaped glass that barred the rains.
Quietly she stirred her tunes,
around and round those oozing fumes.
They thought she was afraid of death,
yet not afraid of dying.
In her humid hut and bubbling urns
was revealed her dreadful pining.
Form LessSorry, freerMore Like This
On BurningThey feed the fire, our yesterdaysMore Like This
Their faces mangled by the flames
Curling up, they burn away
Till nothing but their ashes lay
Her face, so fallow in the grave
Upturned by churning earth and clay
No more the visage I had known
But twisted like a roadmap, paved.
I turned and left the fire to burn
Choking down a laugh, or tears
Not sure if either was a lesson learned
But bridges burned were my worst fears
I left in hopes that she'd return
Though knowing better,
Both would burn.
your favorite character dies at the end...moist ointment medicine man, hot box/beat boxMore Like This
drug dream break beats spider the silence of
two kids getting high in basement apartments
on bath salt soaks—most open meditation means
finding right rainbow wavelengths that match auras
pouring from wounds and curling from cigarette cherries:
flannel shirts can't save you now, urban cowboy, so
lace up those converse and cough up that stolen cash
straight out of your charred lungs—your atheist ass
better pray that god is real because you need savin'
beyond life preservers, beyond rehab and talk of
somethin' better out there: the grass is greener where
you water it, so break open every fire hydrant on the block
and bathe yourself in the summer of '97, in fireflies and
tanning so dark you remind yourself of breakfast toast,
and heat so hot it lit your soul on fire the whole year 'round
AnnaAnnaMore Like This
I woke up in paper prison,
alone and colorblind.
All was taken, nothing given,
a ruby left behind.
The warden and the iron bars,
my cell mates and the sky:
The same familiar shade of grey,
no feeling in my eyes.
I reached out to touch their faces,
those sculpted clouds of dust.
Disappointment- in all cases!
Finding little more than ghosts.
Escape was swift and simple-
I was unwanted there...
Drifting like a scarlet ripple,
through the blackened air.
Naively seeking color,
in the land Monochrome,
wanting so to find another,
blood among the bones.
I landed in the garden,
and thought it all for naught.
Too dark to put my hope in,
a shadow’s barren spot.
I poised myself to walk away,
with nothing more to see.
When silent voices begged my stay,
formless arms embracing.
Red like dawn, a velvet rose,
stood as a candlestick.
Bright as fire as it glows,
its stem a thorny wick.
Could this companion pass the test,
and prove itself be true?
Or would it fail as the rest,
and let my hand
Cancer The plane wadesMore Like This
through cotton corn
seeded by vapour
trails - these clouds swell
as white tumours
gorged by rain.
Like brain scans,
earthly and ghostly
on a death canvas
lit by fluorescent finalities.
Follow the LeaderInvisible footsteps create a path,More Like This
A path that only I can see.
Heat radiates in the cold of night.
Warm and protected in darkness.
The stars illuminate the image
Of a destiny only I will ever know.
Years of following,
Following the path fate had paved.
Rivers of memories
Both new and old
Creating a path I am meant to follow
To the great ocean so vast and blue.
Immersed in the comfort of home,
Waves crashing against broken
Heart and injured soul.
Washing away impurities of a past
Full of tears and pain.
The moonlit sky fades from sight,
Comforting heat disappears
Replaced by waves of love
And of home.
The path is gone,
Wiped away by the ocean waves.
Frantic in the bright sunlit days.
Running away from the unknown,
Searching for signs
Of the past and of the future.
Ocean fades from sight,
Replaced by a forest of confusion.
Leaving footprints of a path,
A path that only I can see.
Running circles as I follow,
Never ending search.
Trying to collide past and future.
MachinesLike some manner of woodchipper, beaver, louse, bladeMore Like This
I gnaw my way through the wood to get to you, my goal.
I risk splinter, impalement, my heart at stake to rummage through
All for you.
I must have you and I know not why, because to question
Would be against, contrary to my programming. All I know
Understand is that you are an import piece, an essential component to me.
And when I fully break through, there you are, that’s you
Skin torn off and in your reflecting steel surface I see myself in you
You see yourself in me and reactivate more fully, robot rise
And from the wreckage you take my hand and I pull you back
Into the world you once knew…
We’re both machines, living in a cruel human world
I know how it is, I was told to leave, but here you were scrapped
I shall attach you to myself
And so wherever I may go…
You shall conjoined to I…
…join me on that journey…
As two minds, two machines
Sharing one body….
Songs Which Suit Me - TaggedSo I'm tagged by StarlightShoals - unfortunately my feet hurt from being at the waterpark all day and I'm exhausted, so I dun really feel like tagging people, eh heh heh >w>; ~ :iconheaddeskplz: Sorry guys! @~@ Maybe I'll do it next time, ha ha ~ Though I doubt it OTL I ish lazy...More Like This
Estranged Family, Bitter TearsThe silent treatmentMore Like This
Stings just as much
As a verbal "no"
But I've only got one more night
So I'll distance myself
Weaken my self-will
To the point that all that comes out
Will be fire,
Settling a score that's been dead
For too long
I've said my part
Cast my net of turbulent resent and sadness
I'll make this fire burn
While water douses the weaker flames out
He's there for me
She's there for me
I'll sort this mess out myself
While they caress and nurse the wounds
Of my ever-growing estrangement
While my social status turns to negative
And people use me for their own pathetic gain.
TeardropWhen was the last time you cried?More Like This
Tears streaming down you face,
like an endless waterfall.
Rivers after rivers of salty drops.
I have seen my father cry,
my mother cry,
my sister cry,
and my brother cry.
But I do not remember the last time I cried.
It makes me wonder sometimes.
Would I cry if someone close to me died?
If they were sick, or in the hospital?
If they were lost, never to be found again?
Sometimes a stray tear leaks out for no particular reason.
I'm not sad.
So, why am I crying?
I think that tears are kind of like waves,
rushing against the walls of a dam,
trying to rush free,
trying to reach the outside world
for which they've been away from for so long.
Tiny teardrops, so much like rain,
falling from the stormy green clouds in the sky.
The storm passes, and the waves cease to move.
A rush of relief washes over,
and I begin to feel okay again.
As these words pour out of me,
from mind to pencil to paper,
I slowly start to feel better.
Just as if I have cri
As The Sky Falls will you watch with me as the sky falls?More Like This
will you watch the stars shatter
and the glow of the galaxies fade?
will you watch the clouds turn to rain
making sounds like a train?
will you watch the sun simmer
and the moon hide in shame?
will you watch the comets crash
and the asteroids go asunder?
will you watch as lightning comes after the thunder?
will you watch with me as the sky falls?
or will you do something about it?
DreamgirlMy Dreamgirl,More Like This
she was vibrant and beautiful.
She was perfection in a glimpse,
she was lovely and wonderful.
she was bright and sweet.
She was love in a word,
she was warm and discreet.
she was charming and pretty.
She was alluring in a gaze,
she was graceful and witty.
she drifted away into the seemingly empty space.
She decided the wait was much too long,
she left and she left no trace.
she was elegant and fine.
She was winsome in a gesture,
she was goregous and divine.
she was ever delicate and flower-like in likeness.
She was softer than a Spring breeze,
she was appealing in every imaginable rightness.
but My Dreamgirl,
She was a hollow spec of dust suspended in vacant air.
NeversI know that things are never the same after you break them,More Like This
Like shattered glass.
But I promise-
Wait-no, never promise.
Never make a promise you cannot keep.
Never break a thing you cannot mend.
Nothing can be the way it was once-
Never break a thing.
Never touch a thing you know is fragile.
Never hold a thing you know is delicate.
Never love a thing.
I know that things are never the same after you break them,
Like shattered glass.
Every little sliver-
I just wish she would have thought of that,
Before she broke me.
She said never.
All those nevers.
LovelyYour lovely eyesMore Like This
Are a good disguise
To the pain that you have caused.
You're full of lies
And I'd advise
That you consider what you've lost.
SinkingWhen you’re underwater and you can almost see but your eyesMore Like This
they’re burning from the chlorine that you know is supposed to kill the bacteria but
you feel sicker
And you can’t get a breath or know if you do it will become worse with
water rushing into your lungs and you look up and
it’s gett i n g
d a r k.
Is not all too different from when you’re in love but instead there are tears burning your eyes even more
than the chlorine and you can’t take a breath because you know
if you do,
and sinking to the bottom of the pool seems like it would've been a preferable ending.
couragethe day I realisedMore Like This
I may never taste your mouth again,
I threw myself
into the first cigarette I could find,
sputtering through the smoke
and greedily inhaling my death wish.
today, my hands smell like nicotine
and lighter fluid ;
and I wonder if you were aching
you would still let them hold you.
isn’t always sacrifice -
sometimes it’s just alcohol,
or far too much loneliness,
or far too little.
I could have loved you forever,
if you’d been brave enough to let me.
Practicing DeathWhat are we really doing during those nights?More Like This
What are these dreams that cloud our sights?
The world is still and quiet while we rest
Our minds wander far off under the crest
A low steady rhythm flows through our bodies
We're at peace as we dream through our stories
Some of them are beautiful, nothing can compare
And some are very horrible, a long nightmare
We see both worlds as we are practicing death
It sometimes wake us, shortening our breath
When we're awake, we are revived from the day before
And finally at the end of the day, we "die" once more
We practice death every night, a routine
Going into our imaginary afterlife, foreseen
So why are we so afraid of accepting fate?
We've been practicing death up to this date
BlockadeAnd when the tendrils creep,More Like This
so temptingly sweet
on your tongue,
caress your lips
with their velvet venom;
do we stand
and fear do we breathe,
fingers balancing a blade
so delicately fine it could be
b l o w n ~
w i n d . . .
Close your eyes t i g h t
against the blast;
knees to chest,
hands over ears,
PerspectivePerspectiveMore Like This
I pick my way through a old worn path
Bugs hide under leaves as I survey the scene
Nothing but tree stumps for miles
They came from everywhere, destroying our homes and taking many lives
The survivors can be heard crying and screaming
Others walk around in shock
A twig snaps and everyone freezes, staring for the source of the sound
Two of them enter within our sight, revving their terrifying machines
We all scatter, tripping over each other in fear
Were ever we try to rebuild they fallow destroying our homes and taking more lives
To them we are less than dirt
As I run I see a glint of metal and jump over the trap
Who ever was behind me was not as lucky
I can still hear the cries of pain
We come to a city and halt at the boundaries
With no other choice we wander in
The next few weeks we are shot at, and many die of poison
I see a small girl, maybe 6, trip in her yard
I trot over to her, for she was crying, I wanted her to feel better
As she raises her arms to me I hear a sho
OsteoporosisToday,More Like This
I didn't try to hide
how I grind my teeth
when I speak to you,
so you'd hear my contempt
through locked jaws:
"Why can't you ever just let me be happy?"
I didn't force a laugh
to protect your ego,
because you wouldn't do the same.
Instead you gift-wrap your condescension
as if I should be grateful for it.
As if I'd always have the tact
not to re-gift.
I didn't take the chance
to be a useless bystander, watching
as you step all over those you deem smaller,
who really just have more patience
than you'll ever understand.
I didn't fall captive
to your occasional kindness:
the life raft you throw to yourself
when you see you've just about drowned
in your own created conflicts.
I didn't try to deny
that the most dangerous thing about you
is your selective deafness
to the word
I have had enough
of your need to be at the top.
And as the rungs of the ladder beneath you gave way,
I turned my back.
And one by one,
down each step m
Rest of my LifeI didn't want you to dieMore Like This
But I held your hand and told you it was alright
Your dying words were my name
Over and over like a prayer
You died the day we met
And at the time you came to see me that day so long ago
We both knew that you would die someday
But I wish it weren't today
You spoke about how we were going to get married
How everything would be alright
Then started crying, begging not to die
And I tried to deny it myself
Now you're gone, Dan
There's a hole in my heart
But you'll always be apart of me
For the rest of my life
Alone in agonyThe Feeling of agonyMore Like This
Of Being alone,
No one cares,
That I'm alone.
I feel like I'm dead,
Not even alive
No one cares,
If I die.
My Red hair draps,
Blood at my wrists,
No one cares,
That I'm hurt.
All alone in my agony,
As tears fall,
No one cares,
If want to dream.
I'm always ignored,
Forgotten, a ghost,
No one cares,
That I'll be gone.
All alone in my agony...
And No one, will ever know.
New Hope and loveA girl alone, on the brink of deathMore Like This
Everyone around her sundered her soul
Her hope taken, she surrendered to the reaper
But then he came
A fallen angel, with wings of ebony
Came to her side in her most dire need
He banished the reaper, and gave her a crown
And with the crown came confidence
The people saw the crown gave her strength
And their power over her was broken
Cowardice took over their hearts
And they fled for their very lives
Their fears were not her desire
Her only wish was to not be alone
And the fallen angel vowed
Never to leave her side
A queen and her knight
Heart of GlassEvery time I look at you,More Like This
I can feel my heart shatter.
All the memories flood my mind
and my heart breaks all over again.
I have a heart of glass;
no one has been gentle with it.
I'm always left to pick up
the tiny pieces, in hopes of redemption.
LoveNothing is more painfulMore Like This
Nothing so elating
Nothing quite so simple
Yet ever complicating
Love's the source of so much pain
And near all my suffering
But still my greatest reason
For rising each morning
It can bring two souls so close together
Or tear their lives apart
Move mountains and seas asunder
Or build walls around the heart
Love will bring you to your knees
Taking life not its to give
Make death seem like the answer
But still love is why you live
Love will make me fly
Then love will make me pay
Love is why I cry
And I wouldn't have it another way