ChangeA swift smile sweeps across his face,I don't know how he managed it in this place,I feel dead and all alone,My soft heart has turned to stone,Falling as fast as my tears,Not understanding my hopes and fears,Listening to my inner voice,And he wants me to rejoice,He changed my life and got me lost in dreams,Everything is perfect or so it seems,Never really knowing me,But he still tried to change me.
Not really titledI am the type of girl,That will always listen,When you ask for a pearl,You get all the clams in the ocean,When you ask for a star,I'll give you the sky,When you ask for a scar,I'll give you a black eye,You ask for a pillow,I'll give you a bed,You ask for me to go,I'll end up dead,Ask for a dime,I'll give you treasure,Ask for a rhyme,A poem will occur,Ask for a doodle,I'll attempt a painting,Ask for me to be cruel,I'll have you crying,Ask for my heart,I'll shake my head no forcefully,Don't even start,My Friends are keeping it safe for me.
Fear The VictimPeople ignore her,Because she is sort of different,People don't like her,Just because her mind is bent,Shes alot like me and shes alot like you,Only not so much as last year,Because she lost her nephew,But how just isn't clear,Some say she killed him up on the roof top,Some say she killed him down on the ground,Some say she didn't even shed a teardrop,Either way the body was never found,And maybe she walked away with her footsteps on the floor,And maybe It wasn't even her at all,But I think her nephew would say what the hell was that for?He'd say why did you make me crawl?He'd repeat the same words over and over,Making no since and spewing blood across the room,He would so take out his anger,Leading her to her doom,And she'd say I didn't do it,But isn't that what everyone would say?So now she is just a misfit,That will never get her way,And so I decided to hang out with her at the park,We ran around playing volleyball,Soon it got dark,And when we p
The Dark Waters Of SuicideShe called into the dark water, hoping to find someone, anyone. She searched for a face, that matched his picture. A face that told her he was still alive, a face that said he never left her. A face that said that he had no choice to leave. That is all she could ask for. The dark waters seemed to laugh at her prayers, as it became darker and darker in the sky. She knew she was out of time now. She looked at the clocks that surrounded these waters, all pointing to midnight, screaming in hysterical joy at her stupidity. She could no longer walk the water, She became stiff, tied up in chains. Her body was almost paralysed. She tried to move, but it stung her, the poison that now seeped out from the creatures below. She began sinking slowly, tauntingly, into the dark death that awaited her. Her body seemed to mock her, proving it had strength, that she could not control. If she could control it, perhaps she would have never ended up here at all. Her mouth started to scream, a voice she bar