MacheteMirror with no reflection.Broken shards of existence.Crimson tears in raging torrents.Rippling the serene surfaceof everything invisible.Spiritual conflagration.Physical malformation.Socially elite derelict.In a world where everything mattersand nothing is important.Who is to say what is real?
Prejudice"I dont have a girlfriend..."Yeah, well neither do I."I really need a girlfriend..."Yeah, well so do I."If you get one, buy a camera."I cannot believe you just said that."Get away from me!"What did I do?"I don't associate with bisexuals."You did yesterday."Leave me alone."What's changed?"He's just scared"It's not my fault he figured it out."Give him some time."I'm still the same person."It just goes to show you who your real friends are."...So the last three years were meaningless?
MercyHow can I be expected to liveknowing you will never be mine?How can I wake up each morningwithout remembering past times?Empty promises, venemous lies,hidden secrets behind betraying eyes.White robes conceiling a black heart.Two souls and one, ripped apart.After how many sleepless nightswill you understand at last,that you will never have a futureif you never had a past?Poison tongue, violent fights,screams and tears now habitual rites.Circular conversations leading to nowhere.Sentimental value, and not a care.But now its far too late.I pray to God with no reply.There's no reason for me to stay,And I guess this is finally goodbye.Clipped wings, impossible flight,and one last time I look for the light.Darkness... and all is well;If God has mercy, I'll see you in hell.
On the Outside Looking inI look at the people around meand can practically see the wall between us.There are so many bodies,so close I can hardly breathe.And at the same time, so far away.I look at the faces around me,and i know... ...i am alone.
Valedictorian"Always try your best,Work your hardest,I know you can do better."What if I just want to be average?"Organize your priorities,Get good grades,Set an example."What if I want to make a mistake?"Do what feels good,Don't be afraid to be yourself,But don't stand out."What if I want to be different?"Make the right choices,Someday you'll be in charge,You can do anything you want."What if I want to do anything but this?
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