Going UnderSometimes lifejust isn't worth the price of living.What's the point of going onwhen you can never climb outfrom under...Stormclouds, a premature birth, the burning liquid, overpriced stilettos...At the rate things are going,the rate issues are growing,pretty soon I'll find my ownin a lonely cellar room.
GhostsA whisper of smoke drifting on stagnant air.Some pharmacists don't check for prescriptions.Sticks and stones may break my bones...but words are sharper than daggers.Everyone hides something;Few secrets were meant to be kept.God's great word, the foundation of religion...The Bible was written by intermediaries.The perfect example of the perfect family.What people don't know wont kill them.Help will come to those who ask.But how do you solve what's not a problem?You will only ever understandwhen you see the world in its true colors:Black and white... ...and red.
MotilityIsn't it strange how the world keep spinningeven when time stands still?Live your death to the best of your abilityand be honored throughout eternity,because the afterlife is forever.The past is done and gone,the future has yet to come.But the present is always with you.What is meant to happen will happen.Unless, of course, it doesn't.Good and evil is a matter of ofpinion;Right and wrong a personal decision.Everyone is considered guilty until proven innocent,and innocent just doesn't happen.It's all harmless until someone gets hurt.Motion is a constant factor,though rarely considered in the equation.Logic doesn't change the factthe chaos reigns supreme,and an army of one wont get you very far.Destiny doesn't just sit around and wait,And the world is forever spiraling into oblivion...
AsylumBlank stares, drugged minds,leading to a spiritless shell.Chains and straps,unquestioned medication.Required procedure.Plastic nurses, invisible doctors.A smile and a nod.Anyone can play crazy,but it takes someone special to pass as sane.The world ends at the chain-link fence,the barred windows and blinding white walls.Incessant lullabies,lingering stench of cleanlinessthe cover the aroma of death.Failed attempt.Live or die...But nobody tells you they're both the same.What's the point of breaking outif no one can even get in?
A Simple GiftA fleeting stir of emotion forcibly denied.Nightly tossings on a bed of mirrors that reflect only darkness,consuming all light.One false move could shatter the reflection.The future no one sees.The love I refuse to need.Never knowing how far is too far, but still not far enough.Anything you might want...And no one to stop you.Do you even realize... or just not care?Unseen boundaries.Has nobody ever told you that borders are only in the mind?Rejected opportunity.Failed immorality.Please accept this small token of my gratitude.Guard it well,through innocent oblivion.
Parental RightsSpoken daggers reopening still-tender flesh.Invisible festering scars.Too perfect, but still not good enough.There's only one right answer,and it's not yours.My body may still be in your possession,but my soul can never be owned.Spiritual anarchy,Political piety,Social conformity,Forbidden individuality.Verbal slap in the face, unseen bruise.Quick glance away.Can you not look me in the face, mother?Internal shudder, unwelcome fear.Maybe if you ignore it, it will just disappear.You'd like that, wouldn't you?Mental degredation,Emotional emancipation,Verbal proclamation,Of physical dissociation.Ideal role-model for all appearances.But what do appearances matter?Selfish, conceited, disrespectful, useless bitch.An experiment gone horribly wrong.Politically incorrect strangers.Related only by blood.Outcast among outcasts.Roses are red,Violets are blue,Is this what you want, Mother?Because I'm doing it for you.
Wastedpour out your bloody ink in some faint rhythmic whinewhile the dark, thick rain falls endlessly to earth:the night sky is still the night sky,and like all things it will continue.though your blood may rush and roar like wateruntil in a faint whisper you finally run dry:still the stars endure and the rain falls,and will go on falling.go on and make your thin poetic moanand cut, and cry, and shake your tiny fist at the skyand bleed:but rain is the blood of the stars,and they have no sympathy for you.
EverythingYou found meAnd you took me inYou helped meWash away my sinsYou turned my life,My world aroundYou picked me upThen you threw me downNow everything that used to matter,Means nothing anymoreI watched the world around me shatterJust like the world I knew beforeEverything I thought we hadEverything that we've been throughEverything I ever cherishedNever meant a thing to youEverything you ever told me,You never meant a word of itAnd everything I've ever lovedHas either died or turned to shitMy hopes and dreamsHave disappearedThe pain, the shameIt draws me nearNow everythingIs crystal clearWhat I yearn forIs what I fearNow everything looks better,So much better from belowBut the part of me that used to careDied a long time ago....
Don't Tell Me You Know...Don't Tell Me You Know What It's LikeYou don't know what it's likeso don't say that you doyou say that we're alikebut I know it isn't truedon't tell me not to be this waydon't tell me not to crydon't tell me it will be okaydon't say I need to trydon't tell me that you understanddon't tell me that you caredon't say how immature I amor that life just isn't fairI'm so tired of this lifeof wishing and praying constantlythat I leave this knifeand soon they find what's wrong with meI know there's something not right in my headwhen I never want to leave my bedyou don't know what it's like to feel torn apartto feel like someone cut out your beating heartyou don't know what it's liketo go through everydaytrying not to kill yourself,trying not to be this wayI'm so sick of all these pillsnone of them will workon and off so many kindsit's only made me worsedon't tell me I'll grow out of thiswhen it's already been nine yearsdon't tell me when I crythat I'm not crying