anonnn

There is nothing that I could say
Nothing I can do
Nothing I could possibly wish for
That would make you see
See what I mean and say and think
To make you see me

I want to be the best
I thought I was the best
The best I could be
But it seems I have failed once again
Now I can''t breathe
I can''t think
I can''t write or sing
Because I have nothing to say
NOthing to do
Nothing that could say to you
To make you look at me
And see me running
Running away from you
Can''t you see it yet
See the tears
See the pain and fear
The hurt and hoplessness
No...
No you don''t
You can''t see it
There is nothing I could say
Nothing I could do
To make you see me
The me under the surface

never ending

she lies sleeping, dreaming,
tossing and turning,
there is no comfort for her, no one,
beads of sweat pour down her porcelain face,
her palms grip onto the silk sheets,
royalty has its penalties.

once she was radiant,
the sun shone over her soul,
she was happy,
she was still there.

now her memories are haunting her,
every night they cut into her,
unable to fight back, she follows them,
stumbling out of comfort she falls,
eyes tight shut, in constant pain,
she creeps down the staircase.

graceful but innocent like a child,
she cries into the darkness, no reply,
mother and father once lived here,
now they pull her head down to insanity,

guilt-ridden and cold,
her hands glide across the window sill,
her feeble body reaches for the shutters,
moonlight beams through the cracks,
once open the moon shines on her form,
the shadows lurk behind her.

slowly she climbs out of the room,
entering a new world,
closed eyes unable to see,
long way down, no way back,
a stolen kiss from the cross, she jumps,
falling, flying, but still dreaming....

...her eyes will never open.

untittled

love is powerful, but pain is stronger
both affect us, and make our hearts ponder
every slightest detail, each and every word
cuts you to the bone, and makes you act a bit obsurd