Eyes in the night
Pierce through my soul
Shining so bright
Cover my windows
To keep them out
When the wind blows
I hear them shout
There are no words
Only silent screams
They cut like swords
Into my dreams
Deny My PlaceI though there was a time
I was your friend
Is it a crime
To wish for your end
You denied me my place
The one I earned
Forget my face
I think I've learned
I don’t belong
I realize now
I would say so long
But I don’t know how
EgoSo many words
I wish I could say
So many birds
That wish they could stay
We always think
We’re all alone
The final link
The perfect tone
Even the purest heart
Holds some darkness inside
Never just a single part
There’s something we all hide
Sewn With LiesWalking through each day
No one seems to care
Wish there was something to say
To make it all disappear
The endless stress
Of each second that passes
Without time to repress
The words of the masses
Cut you down
To their size
Shed the gown
Sewn with lies
Distorted ReflectionDistorted reflection
Won’t let them know
I no longer glow
They stole my heart
The only part
I needed to keep
The hill so steep
My head and heart at odds again
The one thing I want to know is when
I can’t make it on my own
All that’s left is skin and bone
Stare down the skies
A cut so fine
A single line
Towards the dawn
A single pawn
The path I trace
To the deepest space
The stars no longer distorted
By the atmosphere, so contorted
The planets collide
At last I decide
Lover's EmbraceLover’s embrace
A jealous stare
Of hateful care
The dawn may rise
You have the prize
I need your cares no more
Pick my tears up off the floor
The crystalline structure
Not a single rupture
Not a single crack may show
Of the heart that once did glow
suile alainnWish I could see you with my own eyes
Instead of through a screen of lies
I may never be by your side
But to you I will have never lied
My mind is filled with words I could say
But nothing can prepare me for the day
If I ever see your eyes I know
My soul at last may glow
But until that day comes to pass
I am just a name on the glass
I’m doing my best to break through
I hope my words are reaching you
The things I try to say
There must be a better way
To show my emotion
My boundless devotion
The words I speak
May sound too weak
Even if it doesn't sound real
This is what I feel
You’re always in my mind
My words are unrefined
I need you to know
To you, my life I owe
Destroyed My RealityI’m sorry to say
This may be my last
To my dismay
This was part of my past
I’m not sure
If it will be missed
If it was not for her
I would not exist
She was the one
Who destroyed reality
Now that you’re done
At last some finality
But is that all
That they write
When I fall
The world turns white
Outside the door
If anything resists
It is no more
The wasteland is so vast
Destruction is the key
I know at long last
What will be set free
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.
I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:
"Why is it that you find life to be worth living?"
Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?
To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.
Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,
Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,
And yet you lie awake.
Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...
Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.
Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,
And genuinely fear for your safety?
Now, if it were me that you had asked my dear,
I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.
At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.
That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...
But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
Bully You're ugly.
You'll never amount to anything.
No one will ever like you.
If you think he'll stay, you're mistaken.
You have no friends.
People hate you.
You are a freak.
You have no place here.
You are nothing more than a coward who
is too afraid to step outside half the time.
Your face is like something from a horror movie.
No one will ever truly fall in love with you.
Guys want girls that are beautiful and face it,
you are considered everything but that.
Hide behind your hair dye because you want to
feign like you don't care.
But inside the cruel eyes of others burn holes into
You will never amount to anything.
The only thing you will ever be good for
is cleaning up dog shit.
You will never be good enough.
Why bother even dreaming?
How can you consider the possibility of love
when everything you do, the way you look, walk,
talk, move, think, can only ever be seen as
Not only is the outside hideous;
the inside is no better.
Why do you think you've
Stripping MeYou may take what you want from me,
Be it my pride or dignity.
You may throw insults at me,
And burn the shredded pieces of my sanity.
You may belittle me, as much as you want,
If only to make your meager life worth living.
But even if you do all that...
No one will protect you when I pull you into the dark.
No one will try to search for you, as my leather ropes tie you down.
No one will hear your screams as metallic screws drive into your face,
Etching an eternal smile, since you'll never leave this place...
"Now then, my dear sweet James, shall we play our favourite game?"
We Only Live To DieThis is what we live for—these whispers on our lips
The drying bits of blood on our paper-cut fingertips
Opening the letters that we left our future selves
A bittersweet reminder of those storybooks on the shelves
This is what we live for – this emotion in our souls
The torture and the bittersweet moments of lost control
Biting cracked lips with the dirt beneath our nails
These moments of imperfection as our trains of thought derail
This is what we live for – shutting doors and opening eyes
Smiling for a moment, before the tears reveal our lies
This is what we live for, this reality, this life…
This is what we live for,
As we only live
Past Tense BluesWases
So are weres;
And it's the becauses
That make them feel
That much worse.
You're Going to be Okay.It’s not your fault.
It’s not what you deserve.
Don’t think that way,
Because one day,
This won’t matter anyways.
Keep your head held high for now,
I know it hurts,
Words can feel suffocating.
As you feel like your lungs are collapsing,
Under the weight of the pain,
In your chest.
I know it stings,
And it seems like it takes forever for the bell to ring.
As you count down the hours.
But it doesn’t matter.
When you just go home,
To sit in your room alone.
Because words unlike bruises don’t go away.
Once they are said they are here to stay.
And silence is excruciating.
But being in a crowd of violent stares,
Is no better.
So where do you go?
Is the question you’ll never know.
But don’t give up just yet!
Things will not always be like this.
Yes, today seems hopeless.
Tomorrow seems worse.
One more day of hearing another hateful word.
Might make your head explode,
And sometimes you want to drive yourself completely off the road.
You are someone's reason to liveShe had skin like a cactus-
could only hurt
anyone who got
she held what
i'd haunt you if you'd like.my hands are paralyzed and you're waiting for me to touch your face,
but that doesn't really matter because i'd rather touch your soul
and if you close your eyes long enough i'll read you poetry as we lay atop the monkeybars
in this old and rusted park
you can pretend to know the constellations and point them out to me and i'll tell you they're all beautiful, but nothing compared to you
if i'm lucky you'll blush and laugh at me,
tell me i say the dumbest things but deep down it'll register in your soul just how much i love you
and i know they say you can only save yourself, but darling i swear if you'll just have the slightest bit of faith i'll save the fuck out of you or i'll destroy myself trying,
because i honestly can't think of any other purpose for my life
or what smidge of it i've been able to hold on to.
You have to know pain to....Sometimes you have to fall apart.
You have to bleed out,
In order to have the courage to shout.
Against the darkness.
You have to know what it's like,
To feel disconnected,
To be best friends with your anxiety,
Because it's the only thing to keep you company.
Because you've never felt so lonely.
Even though you're surrounded in a sea of noise,
Which drowns out your voice.
As you choke,
On society's noose
You're afraid to cut it loose.
Because you don't know what others will think of you.
You have to know depression.
You have to know what it's like to be alone.
You have to know what it's like to be silenced.
In order to appreciate breathing,
And to fall in love with colors.
After being blind,
For all of that time.
And only being able to see memories,
In order to appreciate a person's presence.
And the feeling,
When you finally find a friend.
Who will stick with you until the end.
And not judge you for your scars.
But loves who you are.