In My MindI like to talk to my best friendsWhenever i'm feeling down.A precious lick of happinessFrom their sweet and lovely sound.I cry the tears of melancholyUpon their reliable shouldersA kiss among my scarsAs the night grows colder.A feeling of pure pulchritudeAs our friendship does prove trueYes, i confide in my best friend...If only you could hear them, too.
Can't you hear the voices?Can't you hear the voices?As they ring inside my headCan't you see the faces?Painted in the blood so redCan't you taste the poison?As it rests upon your tongueCan't you hear the voices?No?Then you do not belong.
Myself To RestI'm standing in the middle of nowhereSuch a scary place to beStanding in the middle of nowhereAnd there's really nothing here to seeEverything inside is screamingGo and set your mama freeBut I'm young and not strong so all that's left to doIs scream...Mama I'm coming homeAnd I'm gonna try my bestNever to let you goTo the deep, long restAnd sorry if I let goOn accidentBut I won't be alone'cause if you goI'll put myself to rest.Sitting by your bed for hoursI'm too scared to walk awaySitting by your bed fro hoursMaybe that'll turn to daysAnd mama, I don't really care itGoodbye, is all you say'cause at least it's your voice..But I was walking homeMama I was all aloneAnd I ran without looking both waysRed inside the street still shines'cause i didn't run in timeSorry mama, what was I thinking?Mama, I can't come homeSorry I tried my best...Never to let you goTo the deep long restAnd sorry, Ma, I let go,On accident...Hard to think I'm aloneSo I tried to sh
The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a godHe smiles through stitches, his stare rather oddThe face at the door is a cruel, silent beingYet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeingQuiet yourself, for you're the only oneCrying for help at the point of a gunLearn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
What Happened?I used to think make upMade people ugly.Now I think I'm ugly without it.I used to think peopleAlways loved me.Now I think everyone hates me.I used to think everybodyWas my best friend.Now I think no one truly is.I used to thinkBoys were icky!Now I wish I had one.What happened to beingHappy?
But I will.Fight me.I promise not to fight back.I promise to smile, I promise to laugh.I promise to be niceEven if it's a sacrifice.I promise to be strongEven when you treat me wrong.Because I've learned how to deal with ignoranceBetter than you've learned how to use it.And I promise to smile, and promise to laugh.Yes, I promise.I won't (but I will) fight back.
Sometimes, when I'm sadSometimes, when I'm sadI remember that one time,All I had to worry about wasIf the bubbles I had blown, were about toDisappear.Sometimes, when I'm sadI remember that one time,I began to worry about the day thatMy childhood would simplyDisappear.Sometimes, when I'm sadI remember that some day,When I'm sitting with my husbandIn the old old house... my days will simplyDisappear.And that day,The day when my heartbeat isSilenced...The day when my breathTruly gets taken away.That's the dayWhen my worries, my concerns, my fears...Will simply...Disappear.
When I'm GoneI don’t want you to remember me.I don’t want you to think of me.I don’t want you to hurt over me.I don’t want you to dream of me.I don’t want you to cry for me.I don’t want you to miss me.I don’t want you to love me.I don’t want youIn painWhen I’mGone.
AsylumWho are you?Where are you?What... are you?The blinding white wallsClosing in on youTrapping youDrowning you.Who are you?Certainly notyourself.Certainly not thathappy little girljumping through fairy talesas a sunset paints the silver sky.Where are you?Certainly nothome.Definitely not whereyou'd want to be.What are you?Certainly notwanted.Obviously notneeded.Blood, scars, wounds.Pain.Torture.All you see are shadowsIn a room of white walls...
Are You?I'm sorry,that I'm notbeautiful.I'm not a supermodel.Are you?I'm sorry,that I'm notfunny.I'm not a comedian.Are you?I'm sorry,that I'm notmature.I'm sorry,that I'm nottalented.I'm sorry,that I'm notgood enoughor,loving enough...or,smart enough.I'm not perfect.Are you?
A Victim Always WinsDear victims (please read),Sometimes they just don’t believeThat what they’re doing to youCould leave scars beneath your sleeveA wound within your heartA broken dream upon your mindA tear fallen out of innocent eyesA tragedy on rewind.But, please don’t give up on this…This battle fought insideThis war where you are left tied upWhile they shoot you with lies.Please, you know they’re the onesThat will never make it throughThe reality of this world,By hurting people like you.Please, don’t give up,Just keep fighting this battle withinAnd remember, while you may be the victim…The victim always wins.
Once Upon a NightmareOnce upon a mysteryOnce upon a crimeOnce upon a lullabyOnce upon a rhymeOnce upon a thunderstormOnce upon a lieBecause every nightmare tends to startWith once upon a time.
GravityI promise I’m not like everybody else.I won’tBREAK you.I’m not here toHURT you.I’m not here toRUIN everything.I’m here toFIX you.I’m here toSAVE you.I’m here toMake everythingBETTER,Please don’t say I’m like everybody else.Because I’m not here toBREAK you.But sometimes, gravity isSTRONGERThanME.Sometimes you’re going toFALL.But I promise, even if I’m not there…I’ll still be there, for you.
Attention Seeker"Attention seeker."As I slide the knife across my tongueThe poison resting in my lungsFighting 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 tightThe struggles I face as I die to fightAnd slowly, I fade off into a dark night...Goodbye, smiles, goodbye, light...Dying, breaking, losing sightOf all that's proper, all that's brightWith all my strength and all my might.. I mean, I do this for attention.. right?
Watched it burnKing being murdered upon the throneDreams made out of solid stoneLearn to fly and learn to crashNightmares in a lightning flashLife's what you get, not what you earnToo bad you sat back and watched it burn...
For YouI cry on the inside, sobbing, insane,But, I smile for you.I'm keening in pain, my depression unchained,But, I laugh for you.My skin breaks, I bleed, the ache an anchor,But, I hide it for you.You want me to be like I was, before, back then,So, I wear masks for you.The days hurt, the nights worse,But, I keep going for you.You tell me to live every day to it's fullest.I live for the day when you can let me go.
I need you hereYou say you want to dieBut I can't bear to say goodbyeYou think there's only one thing keeping you hereBut you don't realize losing you is my biggest fearI know that life can be treacherously roughI've been in your shoes enoughNothing seems to fall into placeAnd all the memories can't be erasedI know what it's like to have no hopeTo feel like there's no possible way to copeI know what it's like to feel so much painand to feel like happiness is impossible to attainNothing matters anymoreAn emptiness you can't ignoreNumbness to your coreDrowning on the ocean's floorIn my experience, all I can sayIs it will get better one dayIf you can just hang on a little while longerYou'll see that these tribulations have made you strongerSo please, I beg of you don't goI would be devastated more than you knowMy world would never compareIf you weren't with me there
KindnessKindness isn't a privelege or a right. Kindness is a gift, a gift you hope you will recieve but should never assume you're entitled to recieve it.You should never do the right thing just because it's the right thing to do, but because it makes you feel good. Showing complete strangers kindness is very rewarding, and if they're just nasty at heart and tell you to fuck off, well, at least you tried. And who knows, maybe that person will keep remembering what you said... maybe it'll sink in over time.Some people are just having a bad day. Taking it out on others isn't really the best thing to do. If you go to the store, and the clerk says, "how are you?" You've been having the worse day of your life. What do you do? Do you snap at them and tell them to mind their own business? Do you lie and say you're fine? Well, the latter is acceptable, seeing as how you've no idea who the clerk is. Or you could say honestly that your day isn't so great. The clerk says, "if you don't mind me a