I Am LovedYou don't let me fall
Even when the ground crumbles
Under my tired feet
I run from myself
Yet you catch me
One glace at you
And I see your love
Stitching me back together
Taking care of me
For the first time
I see those who love me
You showing that they love me
Showing that you love me
Seeing the world in a new light
Safe, warm light
Being able to look
Without seeing the ground fall
I feel as if
I've found my home
As if I found a family that cares for me
And a lover
For the first time I see that I am loved
Just a Little Kiss?I know you like long kisses
The kind that makes it hard to breath
and are full of lust and passion
But I've had that all my life
Even from people that I shouldn't have known
Nor wanted to
Those kind of kisses bring back things
Things I wish to forget
So for once in my life
Please give me something sweet
Nothing but uncontitional love
Like I have never had before
Just this once
Please let me forget
Meeting New People"This is my daughter, Abygail." Mother says, like she's proud.
Your son Gail.
"Such a beautiful young lady." the strange man replies.
No. It's young man.
"Yes, she's a good kid."
He's a good kid.
"You must be very pround of her."
You must be proud of HIM.
And no, she's not proud of me.
"Yes, she's the daughter I always wanted."
Oh, I got it, so that's why you told me to kill myself.
"I'm sure you are; great dancer, singer, makeup artist, horse racer, it's amazing."
Who's kid are you talking about?
"Yes, she's talaneted."
Are you two even talking about me?
"Ms. Abygail, why are you being so shy?"
Me? Shy? Nope.
"No, Sir. I am not shy. And I have not raced horse since I was eight, the only singing I do is in the car or in my room, i am not a makeup artist, and I am not a great dancer. I do not like lies. As well as please stop, very rudely, calling me a female. It is Mr. Gail to you. Thank you very much you, annoyi
Fake SmilesHe walks, smiling
Trying his very best
To keep that smile
But in the back of his mind
Do they not know their words hurt?
Or do they think,
That what they're saying will help?
Do they not see,
That they are distorying the little will I have left?
He knows his own thoughts are killing him
Slowly eating at him alive
And when he gets home
He looks in the mirror
And sees that girl
That girl he hates so very much
Tears slip down his cheeks
With a gun in his hand
Cut on his wirsts
A smile playing at his lips
With last thoughts
Stop acting like a bitch
And pull the fucking trigger
He doesn't know where to turn
Should he run into your open arms
Or let you live in the peace of not knowing
But you are the only one with arms wide open
And he can't do this alone
It's just to much for his shoulders to hold on his own
And when he's force to remember those hateful words
"You are a girl! Act like it!"
But it's so hard for him to do
"Why do you dress all pretty and wear makeup if you're a guy, huh?"
He know's it makes his mom and dad happy
"Stop trying to be something your not."
Yet they tell him to be a girl
But the thing is...
The one with open arms...
Should be the only one pushing me away....
SparkOne little spark
And it all goes down in flames
Smothered in the smoke and ashes
Leaving you dark and grim
You can try to put it out
Try to calm it down
But how do you smother a flame,
Burining of pure rage inside you?