| *POEMS* |
| Broken Mirror Wandering through this world, a confusing, frightening place, where nothing I do seems right, and my wrongs are never corrected. I wander without knowing, without a clue what should happen, making choices I know nothing about, fearing what will happen. Is what I'm doing right? Or will my world shatter, like a mirror dropped to the floor? Pieces tearing at my heart, scarring portions of my life. What will become of the decisions I make? What will become of me? |
| Pain Needles stabbed through my heart, there's nothing else to feel. Nothing takes away the pain, and nothing else is real. I am embraced only by pain, it reaches deep within me, showing the cruelty of life, allowing me to see. My soul is dead inside me, and nothing else I feel, but the pain inside my heart and only that is real. |
| False Wander through this world, feel the pain and fear, dwell in the deep depression, wade in sadness and anger. Look at what is really there, what you cover with kind feelings, what you cover with these lies. False love, false hope and joy, hiding from reality, running from the cruelty of life. False feelings you wish were real, hoping reality will die. |
| The Light I cant go on, I can only cry. Dying slowly, I don't know why. All I feel is hate and pain. I feel myself going insane. When will things become alright? Please reveal to me some light. Let me see good in this place, show me something to this race. Why do I want to go on, when nothing that I do is fun? And what will ever make it right? What will help me see the light? Will I always live this way? Wanting quickly to end each day? Will my life get turned upright? Can I ever see this light? |
| Freedom I slit the wrist, I cut the vein, I hear me scream, I'm going insane. Freeing myself from a torturous life, freeing myself with the slip of this knife. Letting the blood drip from my heart, hoping that soon from this world I part. Wanting freed from this life of madness, take me away from the anger and sadness. I want to be freed from this world I despise. I only with that you could see it from my tortured eyes. |
| Release Screaming as loud as I can, looking for a release. Searching for a way to let out everything I feel. All this pain I cage inside, all of this sadness. Tears I hold back until I can't take it anymore. But at that point, the tears seam not enough. They do not release it, they do not cease the pain My mind can not cope with the things I held inside. At this point only one thing helps, the knife I seem to depend on. What else is there for me to do, than release my pain, cry my tears, with a red cut across my vein? |