GhostThe dream shatters around meLike a broken mirror.Looking at the wreckage,My reflection unrecognizable.A broken image.A broken heart.I'm cut by the shardsAs I try to piece it back together.My blood sprinkles the surfaceLike a red rain.The mirror is whole again.What's left of the dream.I look at my reflection,And tears finally begin to fall.
Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:Oh here I am standing,A lost soul is landing.The coldest December,Can you still remember?Do you even hear me?There's no one around me!Oh shadow that I see,The void right behind me.Yet still I am breathing;Yet still I am feeling.The coldest sensation,Oh worthless creation!Are you still crying?Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold-Cold like what was left of soul,Made of all the life you stole.Walk divine but made of sin,Worm of hatred squrim within.Sin of lust and sin of pride,Lash the tongue that last has lied.Yours was silver with a promise,Kiss of death and then you vomit.Burning bile of ugly treason,No one else can know the reason.Left a soul behind to burn;You are the reason I have turned...On this cold and endless night...When I'm finally pierced by the light...And I awaken from this hell...ALONE - BUT ALIVE!-Alive and again oh do I dare?To give this heart and to lay it bare.When heaven cast its fate
I am depressed.I am sad. Crying. Bored. Alone. Empty.I am guilty. Scared. Angry.I am tired. Restless. Jittery.I am nervous. Disorganized. Self-consious.I can't think. See. Move.I am in a fog.I feel ugly.I hurt.I am dying inside.I am depressed.
Broken HeartOnce your heart has been broken, you can no longer feel.Love and hate can no longer be felt.You sit, all alone, in your icy shell of numbness.Empty eyes staring at nothing- Hollow eyes that were once full of life, But are now just bottomless windows of endless pain.A fractured heart, fragile as glass, needs the light and warmth of love to be healed.The light of those who truly love you can lead you home and heal what's left of your shattered, bleeding heart.But once the hourglass is done pouring, it is too late.The heart will stop beating, and the last light will fade.
If you only knew meThe world looks at me with closed eyesnot willing to see how I seeI supress my feelings in a tiny heart shaped bottleSo small its not known of unless I tell youEveryone brands me as happy, no worries, hakuna matatalittle do they knowIm the girl who thinks of suicide dailywho is there for everyone even if they aren't for herwho when in the shower, prays to come out transformedto be someone, someone who's beautifulsomeone somebody lovesA girl who despises herself and everything about hershe sees herself as to, caring, benevolent, stubborn,persistent, over-analyzing, annoying, immature, bitchy, andso much more.you see? in her life she never has a second chanceshes judged for every wrong doing she doesshe used to be a "bully" but no one wonders whythey just assumedThey didnt know how she was sick for yearsand the only way to show affection was threw pain.They didnt see her pain caused from guilt of making hermother cryall her regrets of being sick and forcing