All alone
Once again,
If only this
Could be the end.
Too much noise,
It drives me mad.
Silence only
Makes sure i'm sad.
Tears, they fall,
They wet my cheek.
How long they'll last?
Perhaps all week.
Sleep, oh sleep,
When will you come?
Maybe you will
Once this life is done.

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How do i live life effectively
When I dont even wanna be here?
How can i communicate that
To the blind who are near?

Thoughts On Death

I wonder what they'd say
If i shot myself in the head.
I wonder if they'd really care
If they found me layin dead.
What would they be thinkin
If they saw me dyin: hung?
Would they just keep walkin on
And say "Oh well, i guess her life is done"?
What would their ideas be
If they noticed blood dripping down?
Would they even think of me
Once my corpse was in the ground?

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My mind is an empty space,
It's filled with nothing much.
Maybe the mothballs are havin a race,
But the winner got locked in a hutch.
The monkeys inhabit my kneebone,
They swing off arteries and veins.
In my left lung is a caterpillar, living all alone,
And in my right there's a cloud that never rains.
Living in my spleen in an itty bitty fish,
It swins in little circles; round and round and round,
Then is cooked and placed on a dish
And the bones left on the ground.

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I can feel the razor
As it runs along my arm.
Does anyone out there care enough
To see if I've done much harm?

My razor is my only friend,
Or so it seems sometimes.
It understand me, completes me,
It sees through to my mind.

My other friend, a teddy bear,
I cling to through the night.
As I toss and as I turn
I hold him tight as tight.

And now one question is left,
Yes, only one remains.
Do I persevere with this,
Or simply try to miss the veins?

Walking In The Rain

I want to walk in the rain,
So no one can see my tears.
I can walk and cry, and cry and walk,
And none will demand to know my fears.

As I walk the tears fall,
The drops as numerous as the rain.
They run over my nose and cheeks
As an expression of my pain.

And then the rain just stopped,
It went as suddenly as it came.
Left with red and bloodshot eyes,
I go back to being emotionally lame.

You Say

You say you knew something was wrong,
Does being correct help you sleep at night?
You say you knew he wasnt such a nice guy,
So why did you run, when you could've stayed to fight?
You say you knew something wasnt right,
Does that make your silence seem okay?
You say you knew freakish stuff was happening,
So do you feel fine with just staying out of the way?
You say that God can heal all my wounds,
But what do I do with them until then?
You say that it's all going to be alright,
I'm not so sure, and the pain is expressed through my pen

My Mask

My identity is hidden
Behind this mask called depression
It clouds up my view,
Causes me to be mistaken

"Who are you?" the ask
As they pull at that mask
"I cant tell you"
I say, wishing the moment would pass

And so I remain
As people point and complain
"We want to know you, we do"
But so scared, my mask i maintain

Dreams

Dreams of blood,
Dreams of pain,
They fill my sleep each night.
Dreams of fear,
Dreams of death,
They haunt me in no-light.
Dreams of anger,
Dreams of hate,
Why wont they disappear?
Dreams of me,
Dreams so true,
I see them through my mirror