After All This TimeI still think about you,When I'm alone at night.I still miss you,When you're gone from my sight.I still dream of you,Much more than you know.Why did you ever leave me?Why did you have to go?
I amI am part of the background.I am a faded memory.I am the silence full of sound.I am whatever you need me to be.I am what's lurking in the night.I am the dark inside your mind.I am the thing that makes you fight.I am the thing that makes you blind.I am the part of you that's true.I am the part that no one sees.I am part of the background.I am a faded memory.
I Love YouI love you.With every move,With every muscle,With every bone,With every thought,With every dream,With every nightmare,With every pain,With every joy,With every smile,With every tear,With every laugh,With every sob,With every gasp,With every moan,With every breath,With every kiss,With every drop of blood,I love you.
Her"I'll slip my hands beneath your dress,And rake my nails down your chest,"And as her nails split my skin,I shivered in delightful sin.Sometimes I miss her scornful lips,Her searing kiss, her perfect hips.How it felt with her beneath me,Her body trembling in ecstasy.With thoughts of her running through my head,It's so much colder here in bed.I could fill this empty space,But I could never forget her face...
Turn Towards MeThe light, it stung. She tried to run,But to where could she flee?The whispers rang throughout her head,And so she turned to me.I wrapped her up in my embrace,Quieting her fears.I brought my lips down to her face,Kissing away her tears.
GameI laugh because I know your game I've played that game, as wellIt starts out just heavenly But then turns into HellI learned my lesson, quit the game None of it was trueWhen will you see past the lie? It's only hurting you
ScarsThese scars I've made,Still bloody and new,They're my testimony,Now I won't forget you.
BleedI grasp the handle, Your face clouding my headCool metal against my skin, Your laugh resounding in my earsAs I drag the knife across, Your smile is all I seeThe blade piercing my flesh, See how you make me bleed?I should hate you with a passion, But the passions all I feelI never should have told you, And now the pain is all too real.
BeautifulA marble faceA blank expressionNo emotion Shes still beautifulA sullen frownA saddened gazeAs blue as the ocean Shes still beautifulShe says I'm wrongShe says Im blindShe has no idea that She's too beautifulIn her presenceI feel weakI feel lowI feel smallShe has no idea thatWhen she smilesThe world is so much more Beautiful
Her Father Is A BeastI sent my child out to school todayWith cuts up the length of her armKnowing that the teachers will just sayShe doesn't seem the type to self harmI just hope today isn't the dayFor physical education classI’ll give her a note to be excusedBut how long can these excuses last?Such a happy girl, always smilingOr so they’re lead to believe at leastSuch a happy girl, always smilingThey don’t know her father is a beastI sent my wife out to work todayWith the remnants of a bloody noseAnd bruises to her upper armsThat I was hoping would not showI will buy her a long sleeved shirtAs a gift to apologiseTell her I’ll never do it againWhen we both know that is a lieSuch a happy girl, always smilingOr so they’re lead to believe at leastSuch a happy girl always smilingThey don’t know her husbands a beastI stayed in bed at home todayCried into my pillow of shameThe aching of my severed knucklesThe only real physical painBut the anguish t
Beware Of The Bad BoySo he touches you in all of the right placesBut with a clenched fist and not a gentle handBy ‘right places’ I mean those easily hiddenBy the latest expensive designer brandWhich he buys you to either keep your silenceOr to beg and to plead for your forgivenessIs this where the attraction of a bad boy lies?Please explain where is the excitement in this?So he kisses you with a so-called passionHis hands round your neck steal a two letter wordIt seems that he cannot feel satisfactionUnless you show him signs that his dominance hurtsWhich he tightens each time to keep your silenceOr maybe he just enjoys hearing you moanIs this the deed of some stalker, some stranger?No, this is your husband and this is your homeSo he lays you out on the living room floorI wonder what will fall down to the carpet firstThe drops of blood from between your legsOr the tears flowing between his regretful wordsWhich he whispers in your ear as you lay silentIt’s safe to say
Can Your Parents Relate?You, the girl in the corner of your bedroomThat with each passing year since birthHas had her confidence sold to those that stareFor so much less than it is worthWhen it should be a priceless commodityEspecially to a doting dadIs he not supposed to give to his childAll the things that he never had?You, the girl in the corner of the classroomThat has forgotten how to smileAre you tired of being told it’s just a phaseAnd you’ll snap out of it in a while?It should be obvious that you are strugglingEspecially to a loving mumAs she's already lived through those tearful daysThat for you have yet to comeYou, the girl hiding in the shadow you castPlease accept your parent’s flawsNo matter what success or failure you tasteDo not let them be the causeThey created a life in love or in lustNow nurturing has turned to neglectA bird feeds her young till the day they can flySo maybe now you should leave the nest
EmoEmo*are not crybabies*do not always wear black*can be VERY nice people*do not always cut themselves*are not always depressed*can be happy too*are normal people just like you!*EMO is just a label for emotional people!that tend to fall in love easly and cry
self-harm is for attention?If self harm is for attention,then why the scars we conceal,why feel the guilt with every cut,why know that within you will never truly heal,if merely for attention,the scars would be for all to see,you'd want all to know what you do,not be hating what you know you'll always be,you'd cut and burn in front of others,not forever behind closed doors,feel accepted by all around,not as if you're breaking some social law,"self harm is for attention",the words of an ignorant fool,who think that we crave sympathy,thing that having scars makes us feel "cool",they don't think about what they are saying,look for the logic in the lies,all they see is attention seekers,through their uneducated eyes,maybe one day they'll know the truth,maybe they will feel the pain,then with their new found knowledge,I hope they hear the lies again,feel the unacceptable,the hatred these lies create,be on the receiving end for once,and forever curse cruel fate,if self harming was for atten
I Am A Shut InThough the dimensions of this roomNever actually changeI can feel the walls closing inDoes that seem at all strange?My experience of the worldTells me not to step outsideFriends say that I am paranoidBut I think that is a lieBecause each and every personThat has lifted me upHas just as quickly dropped me downWhen they have had enoughMy experience of peopleIs that they’re only bornTo compete with one anotherAnd cause each other harmIf they haven’t got it in themTo inflict the painThen they will do it to themselvesTime and time againMy experience of friendsTells me not to expect muchWhen they’re crippled by the feelingI’m the emotional crutchThough I too can feel the struggleI’m always strong for themI have a cast-iron constitutionAnd spine that will never bendAnd don’t think I am not ambitiousMy plans will unfold in timeThough my four walls have seized my bodyThey’ll never hold back my mind
Let's Play a Game“Let’s play a game,” Death said to me.“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get a second life for free.The rules are simple, so listen to me.You must first be born a he or sheWith traits categorized, one to three;The rest will come later, you will see.You will begin off with guidance and support partially.Loneliness will come upon you when you are not healthy mentally,But you will be the key to unlock an antidote to your own disease…possibly.The trick to the game, though, is to live fully and responsibly without a visit from me.Live 100 years the way you want, and I’ll gladly give another life to thee.”“Let’s play a game,” Life said to me“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get to live for eternity.The game is tricky, so listen carefully.You will be born a he or sheAnd from the very beginning given a number, one to three.The numbers represent a path you are willing to go without attempting t
The Word Count Is NoneYou once said you’d write a poem to my motherAbout how much you loved her only sonBut something seems to have changed in your heart of lateAnd now the word count has become noneI know I am not your knight in shining armourIn fact no armour could protect meFrom all the nights I have spent sitting in the darkWith no moon to light up my miseryYou once said you had dreamt of the two of usYoung lovers stood knee deep in a lakeBut you chose to increase the depth of the waterBefore I even had a chance to wakeNow I am drowning in the dreams of your sunsetAs I can't get a handle on my bluesStill I offer you my shoulders to stand onSo you can breathe but of course you refuseYou once said that you were writing me a letterAnd told me to read it with a smileBut I’m not sure if I can remember how toSince it has been such a very long whileStill I begin to read it with a hopeful heartAnd each swirl of your calligraphic scrawlForms a butterfly that takes flight from th
SnowflakesAs my black shoes tread the bright white sheetsThat have covered the silent streetsMy black suit enters the cold, dark nightand my feet leave traces in the snow outsideThe town is still quiet, my heart beatswith excitement from all the Christmas treatsI walk home happy, and on a highWhile all around me, the snowflakes flyThe moon so bright, the snow so whiteTogether they lighten up the nightA snow-covered town, a bright moon's crescentStill make the perfect Christmas present.
Sinful MusicYou gasp with needI cant refuseMy lips upon your skinThrough lust-filled breathsI hear your heartPounding deep withinI know this musicLoved it onceNow lets change the beatPleasure to painMoans to screamsThe sound deliciously sweet