Dead love doesnt dieI'm dyingI'm screamingMisery is an understatementMy heart's been torn outMy arms are scarletWet with bloodStraight up my armsAre the wounds from a bladeA blade that rests in my handI'm too weak to do anymore damageJust lay on the concreteWatch blood pool on the sidewalkI watch the sun riseI have a few questions leftWill you bury my body?Will you kiss my dead lips?Will you cry as im dying?Do you care that I bled?So thicken my bloodUntil it turns blackStitch me upFade the wounds to scarsThe funeral wont be so sadBut I hope you cry for me
That Empty FeelingThe darkness swallows up the last remains of lightThere's no way outBlack cold surrounds you as your heart gives outThere's no sense in fighting itYour not gonna winTell yourself that everything is going to be fineYou know its nothing but a bunch of beautiful liesThey seem to never dieIt lives on foreverThe truth implodes and disappears You know you have nothing leftYou're empty inside.There's no way out. There's never any light.If there is it's a figment of your imaginationThe hope seems to die as your body disinagrates A nothingness that no one else will ever feelYou'll wonder why you have this empty feelin
My Own Human NatureYou can cry as you dieI can't see youI'm a shadow on your wallI'm the reason you now fallBlade in one hand gun in the otherJust as loving as a child's motherLove is what keeps me goingand this love is burning me to deathyour paying for it with your screamslike in your dreamsyou hope its not realbut the pain doesn't subsideyou think dreadful thoughts as you hit the floorI wont let you think anymorewith your begging comes the darknessIt settles inlet it wrap around youfeel its cold arms hug your body closeTaste its bitter tasteNo One will miss you.... Except maybe meI'll feel loneliness tapping my shoul
bipolarI feel I'm chained up in a cageEmotions all aroundCatch one, keep oneFeel for awhileWhen I'm done let it dieFind a new one, feel it, tooSo used to change at randomMy thoughts are set on shuffleAlmost feels normalBut I'm a freakSomething's wrongNot Okay, Never fineI can't get outI wish i couldThen maybe I'd be freeOr maybe it would follow meThe Confusion could live onBut for now I'm still locked inWith emotions all aroundI'll catch one, keep oneFeel it for awhileWhen I'm done I'll let it dieThen find a new one, feel it, tooThe cycle keeps repeating itselfUntil the day I die.
Who she isFrom her straightened, black hair, to her smeared eyeliner, her frowning lips, her slouching shoulders, her fall out boy T-shirt, her gloved arms, to her legs, positioned in an awkward stance, her feet clad in converse. She is a person. She has feelings as anyone else does. But they don't see her. They don't notice that she has emotions. That she can think for herself. To them she is a freak because she is different. They don't give a shit. She wants to care less. She knows she's different. She's bipolar, she's bulimic, she harms herself, she's got low self-esteem. Her problems keep growing. She sits in her room and she cries and she cries. S