Screams

She sits alone in her room.
Just listening to all of the worlds rejection.
The whispers and the screams.
The nightmares and the dreams.
Out of all this, her own voice is the loudest.
But her screams impale and suffocate all others. The whispers are her alter
ego telling her she can't, she never will, and she shouldn't attempt.
Her worries spell themsevles out in tea leaves.
Her fragile, broken, damaged heart is being choked with barbed wire of her own doing.
Pins and needles: numb her body.
Pins and needles: put her to sleep.

She awakes in darkness of her own devastation.
Skin is cold like the pavement she walks upon.
Her demons chase her through the garden of thorns and weeds.
Thorns: digging in under her fingernails.
Weeds: grabbing at her ankles.

Pins and needles: tangle her body.
Pins and needles: wake her up.

Scared and alive, sitting up in bed with damp black hair sticking to her face
Saltwater tears burning the cuts on her arms.
She runs hot bathwater to wash away her sins.
Scrubbing her skin raw, she screams and screams.
Breaking the mirror, busting eardrums.
She goes to the medicine cabinet, and down every pill and liquid that she can find.
Bottles fall to floor, surroudning her body.

Shadows dance over the walls.
Rats squeal in the floors.
Water dries on her red skin.

Pins and needles: numb her body.
Pins and needles: forever put her to sleep.

"Waiting To Die"

“Waiting To Die”

Push me Because I’m daring you
Shove me over the edge
Isn’t that what you want for me?
Obviously you care not

As I rot in a hole
Waiting to die
I hear you childish laughs
Ringing in my ears
I scream!
I cry!
Leave me alone
While I wait to die

Ask me if I’ll wait for you
I won’t sit and twiddle my thumbs
As you play petty games
“He said She said”
Who the hell are they?
Get your story straight
I know when you’re lying anyway

You’re unbearable
I can’t understand you
Or your twisted way of thoughts
Think like a normal person
Then I’ll see the next blow coming

You love me
You love me not
Best friend
Or enemy? I can’t tell which is which

One moment I’m the savior
The next I’m a used rag
Ask me if I’ll fall for you again

Twinkling....

Twinkle twinkle,
Fucking jerk,
I hope you rot in hell.
I took that penny that I found,
And tossed it in a well.
I made a wish that you would die,
And then began to cry,
I stomped my feet in the dirt,
And screamed it to the sky.
I threw a rock into the pond,
Then my heart broke in two,
No matter what,
I can’t escape
The simple fact that I never liked you

Real - Or Not ?

Real is when your father dies

When your mother lies

When your best friend cries

Real is when your grandma has taken ill

When humans killWhen you''ve lost your will

Unreal is the loss of a game

The fashion stays the same

Unreal is the glory of fame

The rich burning of flame

Real is what happens close to you

What happens to your heart

Real is what you chose to do

What you chose to be a part.

Real is a dream of fate

A dream where emotion sturs

Real is what you love to hate

And where little actually occurs