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Poor Man's GoldHush the youngest children, for the demon in the skies
Treasuring the very thought of anyone's demise
Glitter fades to black and shining moonlight fades to dust
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's trust
Tragic, empty melodies and blood beneath the air
Fearlessly escape the wind and drown without a care
Treasure death as platinum, as silver and as gold
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's gold...
Look behind you.
"Are you okay?"
Shapes, forms, bodies, animals, plants
Shifting, moving, being
"What's wrong with you?"
You're a freak.
No one wants you.
You should kill yourself, let them out of their misery
Or we'll do the job for you.
"They're fake, you know."
No they're not.
"What are you doing?"
This is how I live.
Save me, from the monsters, the shadows
"What can I do?"
You can stop.
You can stop being ignorant
Sick of societyI may live inside my own, twisted universe
I may change, sometimes for the worst.
What's normal to me is not normal for you.
Sometimes I just do what I need to do.
Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it
I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it.
But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating
And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting.
I'm sick of the person I tried to be
So basically, here I am, I will be me
I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree?
.. Basically I'm sick of society.
Words on the WallThe sun melted into the glamorous sky
The moon stood there, hidden by sweet lullabies.
But mommy was crying, her day had been hard
The tears in her eyes twinkled just like the stars.
Her face wasn't happy like it should have been
And though she was saddened, she forcefully grinned.
I wanted to see Mommy smile through it all...
I painted a picture on her bedroom walls.
I told her to look, just to come in and see
But Mommy was angry... she wasn't happy.
She threw me down hard on the cold wooden floor
Then picked me up, slamming my head on the door.
She yelled and she screamed, then she hit me once more
She slapped me till I couldn't see anymore.
My heart then stopped beating, my laugh went unheard
Then Mommy got up without saying a word.
She looked at the walls splattered with my young blood
Then fell to the ground in her tears with a thud.
She looked at my face, then she looked all around
Then wrote on the walls with the first thing she found.
Then, after she finished, she wanted self h
The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a god
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
Mommy, He's LyingMommy, he said it, he said it was true.
Mommy, he said it, he said "I love you."
Mommy, he said it, he said it was real
Mommy, please know how to think, how i feel
Mommy, this love is the truth, it's the way
Mommy, he said it, he said it today.
Mommy, he's lying, he's lying to me
Mommy, he's telling a lie, can't you see?
Mommy, he never did mean what he said
Mommy, his voice is pounding in my head.
Mommy, he's lying, his love isn't pure
Love's a disease and he's finding the cure.
Mommy, he's lying, what else can I say...
Mommy, he hit me, he killed me today.
Mommy, he lied to me, why did he lie?
Mommy, he lied through his tears, through his cries
Mommy, his lies I just couldn't see through
Mommy, he lied to me.
What'd I ever do?
Attention Seeker"Attention seeker."
As I slide the knife across my tongue
The poison resting in my lungs
Fighting till the war's been won
But you're right, this is all done for fun.
The rope around my neck as I pull it tight
The struggles I face as I die to fight
And slowly, I fade off into a dark night...
Goodbye, smiles, goodbye, light...
Dying, breaking, losing sight
Of all that's proper, all that's bright
With all my strength and all my might..
I mean, I do this for attention.. right?
Myself To RestI'm standing in the middle of nowhere
Such a scary place to be
Standing in the middle of nowhere
And there's really nothing here to see
Everything inside is screaming
Go and set your mama free
But I'm young and not strong so all that's left to do
Mama I'm coming home
And I'm gonna try my best
Never to let you go
To the deep, long rest
And sorry if I let go
But I won't be alone
'cause if you go
I'll put myself to rest.
Sitting by your bed for hours
I'm too scared to walk away
Sitting by your bed fro hours
Maybe that'll turn to days
And mama, I don't really care it
Goodbye, is all you say
'cause at least it's your voice..
But I was walking home
Mama I was all alone
And I ran without looking both ways
Red inside the street still shines
'cause i didn't run in time
Sorry mama, what was I thinking?
Mama, I can't come home
Sorry I tried my best...
Never to let you go
To the deep long rest
And sorry, Ma, I let go,
Hard to think I'm alone
So I tried to sh
Goodbye, miscarried babyI love the little baby that I never got to hold
The baby that I never got to see.
And maybe, just maybe that baby would love us, too
If only that baby got to be.
I love the little baby that was never able to smile
Never even able to survive.
And maybe that baby would have a life worth living
If only that baby was alive.
And maybe that baby had mommy's blue eyes
And daddy's smile, and grandma's tight hugs.
And honestly, there's no way to describe that little baby
And no way to describe the way it was loved.
bedtime stories don't quite go this wayonce upon a time--
no wait, that's wrong.
let's not start our story that way.
you find yourself in your bathtub,
the water scalding
and risen as high as the rim itself.
you find yourself submerged
and screaming out for somebody to help
you are being drowned.
monsters as black as the sky
are tearing at your ankles,
cackling and pulling you down and out of sight
and water splashes out of the
tub and you are seeing nothing
but old memories that stick to your throat
when you can do nothing but cry.
you find yourself in your shower,
curled up in a corner furthest
from the water because
you are afraid that cold water will wash
away your sins.
you are afraid that if that water touches
you in the slightest bit, you
will melt like the wicked witch, and
you haven't felt enough suffering to die
in such an easy way.
melting is far less painful than the ways
that cross your mind when
water falls over your eyes and stings and
you can do nothing but make
Death Takes Two SugarsDeath knocked on the door
came inside without invitation
poured herself some tea
and asked for a story.
He laughed at all the right parts,
cried when I cried,
asked for more than she received
It cried with me and laughed with me
sipping their tea and listening
she wondered what I didn’t do
then told me how idiotic I was.
He told me about the children
I could have had but didn’t
and the falls that lifted me up
with the loss of others.
The story of how I almost killed a girl
when she ran into the street
scared her to run into the arms of her father
and never ran into the street again.
The tale of the man who was meant for me
yet still didn’t want me
and that was not my fault but his
for his life went on a different path.
Death pushed in his chair and declared,
‘It’s time for you to go’
despite my tea’s warmth
and my story was not quite finished.
‘I’m not ready to go’
I bellowed and threw my cup
phantoms from a sleepless mindmost nights,
it takes a war to close
my eyes, & even then i
still see monsters.
my mind is a cemetery
full of whispers
best not mentioned
(because you'd never
believe me if i told you).
i just want to be free.
to wake up with a
craving for sunshine &
supernovas nestled in my
rib cage, instead of thorns
beneath my skin & bones
between my teeth.
That Girl was MeThe girl with blood on her pillow
Because at night, her monsters won't leave her mind alone
So she tears
At the never healing scars
The girl with burn tracks down her face
Tears just weren't enough
They couldn't show the loss, the emotion
So, this was her way of showing her pain
The girl with wire sewn lips
Because the world showed her
Her pleading words will never change a thing
She has no power to help anyone, so why let her try
The girl that has blackened feet
Bruises from walking a million miles
Following closely behind someone
Only to realize they were a mirage in a twisted world
The girl with a bottle of pain killers in her shaking hands
Waiting to numb the pain
Looking for the final reason
To leave her private world of pain behind
The girl with a frown painted over her fake smile
Trying everything to make you see
That she's not all right&
I KnowI know what you really think of me
I know you want me gone
I know whenever my mouth opens you cringe
I know you think I’m stupid
I know you wish I would die
I know people hate me
I know I’m really stupid
I know I don’t get you
I know you don’t get me
I know you wish we really never met
And I’m sorry...
depressionone, two, three, four,
drop your razors on the floor
five, six, seven, eight,
cuts are done, your too late
nine, ten, eleven, twelve,
I've got some secrets that scars can't tell
thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten,
blood keeps running like fallen men
nine, eight, seven, six,
I've paid the price-nothing to fix
five, four, three, two,
cuts made, scars stuck like glue
one, zero, negative one,
the pain won't stop, it's never done
They're fighting againCurled up in a corner away from their screams
rocking so slightly, trying to escape into my dreams
(They’re fighting again)
My head bangs softly against the wall
Covering my ears to ignore it all
(Thump thump thump)
Yelling and screaming and a mighty large crash
I drag my nails hard across another bloody rash
(Make it stop)
‘LEAVE THEN YOU BASTARD! SEE IF I CARE!”
Curling into a tighter ball, pulling out my hair
(there’s blood on my fingers)
It’s sticky and red, with a funny scent
Reminds me of the words they never meant
(all is quiet)
There’s no more fighting, no not a single sound
So I sit in my bloody corner, hoping never to be found
Look around!Look around.
Who are you?
Where are you?
What are you?
The walls are white
There is no sound
Merely breathing -
White as milk
Glow like stars
There! In the Corner!
Who are you? A faceless person...
Where are you? A cell for the mind...
What are you? The beast that they fear...
In the corner of your eye.
There's nothing there.
But..There, in the corner.
The white looks red.
Tendrils of red, creep up your walls.
The heavenly white bleeds out
Like a ravens wing, over a battlefield
Look around - You can't deny what you see
White runs red,
And security dies.
Who are you? A monster.
Where are you? Hell.
What are you? Insanity.
Fills desolate halls.
An empty room
Is all they find.
A girl wearing white
Arms, strapped to her chest.
Cries on the floor.
"The walls! They're bleeding!
Letting Go of the LetterA pencil can t w i r l as fast as your eye can w a t c h it.
As l o n g as you k ee p it in control you have no fear.
I watch mine r o l l past my cold fi ng er s.
T w i r l
the b r i c k walls of my mind it
f o t .
l a s
Alice in her rabbit hole never got t h a t f a r.
Neither will what I try to write for you
but if I try
if I try
and fail like I always do
will you still read it?
I'll get n o w h e r e without my b r e a t h .
But I will get f a r t h e r if I try to i n h a l e.
My pencil knows how to stop.
Now there, don’t b r e a k it.
It is shaking way too hard, I’ll s m u d g e the w h o l e paper if I do this.
C a l m
f e e l
your b r e a t h,
Canvas Is The MirrorA canvas is a mirror
The paint drips down with my reflection
The canvas is my mirror
But only because
The canvas is me.
The canvas is your mirror
As the brush tickles its surface
The canvas is our mirror
The canvas is a mirror
The depth of the artwork stares back into my
After all, I do not paint a canvas
Because the canvas
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