Monday, January 7, 2013

Eva.

In my Rose Garden of memories
I see you standing there
An angel in disguise
Who taught me how to care
I long to hear your voice
for real not in my dreams
I am missing you so much these days
how empty my world seems
People say time heals all wounds
that someday the pain will subside
But Grandma I can tell you
I think they must have lied
The emptiness I am feeling now
is strong and I am weak
These days go by without you
so dreary and so bleak
In my Rose Garden of memories
I know you'll always be
for though you're gone
from this mortal world
In my heart you'll always be

Monday, June 18, 2012

Battle Within Myself.

Have you ever sat up at night,
And just let your barrier down?
Brick by brick.
I've sat in silence and cried..
Plenty of times.
I've let it defeat me,
Made me think I'm worthless,
I let the burden of my thoughts get to me.
Like safety pins and razors..


I regret it,
Now I've got the scars..
They remind me..
Of how the scarlet red trickled down my skin.
I regret the pleasure it gave me,
How I felt I needed it to happen.


I regret that I let my family and friends..
Down. Discover. Drown in pain.
All because..
I let the anxiety and wretchedness reach me.
I let it control me..
The pain, The pleasure.
It gave me peace.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Addiction.

I felt to pain everyday,
Seeing the scars on my wrist.
No one understands me,
My life is at risk.
Waiting everyday for the worst,
With a razor blade in my hand.
Getting ready to cut my wrist,
I can't wait until my life ends.
At school I hang my head low,
Always feeling ashamed.
Always making actions of slicing their wrist,
The only reason is,
The cuts and scars on My wrist.
Wanting my life to end every night.
People don't understand depression,
Thinking only Mental people have it.
But no one knows how it feels,
until I explain,
The life I live is real.
Teachers and parents walk by,
Seeing the scars on my wrists.
Never knowing,
I'm waiting for the day I die.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Poison Tears.

Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out my heart,
Leave me here, tear it apart.
Poison tears stream down my face,
My heart beats at a steady pace
As I try to stand again;
Alone and standing in the rain.

I don’t need you anymore…
Is what I think while tears pour.
I hate you like I hate my life;
But love is what cuts like a knife.

Love is death and death is you;
Its pain stains like a black tattoo.
Those memories come back again
And bind me in the ropes of pain.

Crimson blood streams down my head
Like a long, silk ribbon, tied by a thread,
To a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull…

...Now just a memory that’s faded and dull.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Kelsey.

The girl gets up and goes to school
She struggles to make it through the day
There's so much pressure to be "cool"
It's about looks, not what you have to say.

Some girls, they laugh, they call her names
Their words, they
hurt so bad
They cannot see the damage and
pain
The way they're making her
sad

They keep it up, day after day
It gets harder and harder to deal
How will she make it, there is no way
For the holes in her heart to heal

But she puts on a mask (makeup) so they don't know
The things that are hidden inside
How can people be so low?
There's so many nights she's cried

It won't stop, the things won't end
It will stay with her all three years
All she wants is one true
friend
And an end to all these tears. 

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Bleed For You

I bleed for you
you make me miserable
I bleed to fix my problems
should I make hope invisable
As I let go of
these stupid thoughts
I get scared of life
no were to run
you caused me faluts

A look wount betray me
I can still feel this energy
I can hear it in my heart
love exist it you make
it into a strategy

return unless I love you
I need you
I miss you
I crave you
but your love isn't for me.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

She never wanted me.

tried so hard
too hard
to avoid your channel
tune into your frequency
tried to make sense
through the constant
crackle hiss
tried to reach you
truth is if you ever
chanced upon
my station
you had tuned out already
my indie-pop-rock soul
never interested you
switched you off
at the mains
left you cold
now we’ve gone digital
you either get it or you don’t
I never really got you at all
and you never wanted me