Her wants are unlimited,
She feels lost in a world of her own.
She feels unwanted and unneeded.
She feels as if she has no purpose in life,
She wants to have fun to, she's a child,
She wants to be loved and to be treated just right.
As she beats against those prison walls ,
She senses a feeling of defeat.
She wants to see it all,
new places,
Watch the stars fall,
see new faces.
She wants a family, filled with love,
brothers and sisters ,
like the Father above.
She wants to be happy,
and to feel at home,
to laugh , to dance , to cry and sing
and not having to care about what others think.
She wants privacy, she wants a friend ,
one who will stick with her , through till the end.
She wants to help others, others like herself.
Last but not least,
She wants to be accepted.

If only happiness was a tattoo,
Engraved permanently into your skin,
Following you everywhere you go.
Your best friend.
Never leaving you to the monsters of the night,
Which preys at your soul,
Dreaming to leave nothing but,
bits and pieces.
No matter how you might want it to leave,
It will stay.
If only it was a disease .
Cancer.
With no cure.
Can you imagine,
How sweet life would taste ?
I guess you will never know what it feels like.
I don't .
At the moment,
Happiness is a lightening ,
So short,
Strikes only for a moment,
Unexpected .
It's the blink of an eye,
So quick,
It cannot be captured.
It's a ghost,
One minute it is here,
The next it vanishes,
Into thin air.
If only it could last for a while.
Just to say "Hi, how are you",
If it's even just for a minute.
Happiness,
Will you be my best friend ?
My life depends on you ...

The sight of you makes her sick.
So sick,
Just **** her if you might..
You’re like the stain of bleach,
on her tongue,
In the back of her throat…
Like a day she’d like to forget,
But it flashes,
In her best days,
Making her so ill.
Through stained glass,
She tries to move on…
But..
What now ?
You’re like a recurring decimal.
Like the constant in my experiment,
Like the sand ,
On the beach
I hope the tide just washes you ,
A
  W
       A
          Y ….

Away…

You walk around as if the whole world should bow at your feet,
As if you’ve done them a big favour,
As if you were crucified for us all
You act as if you own the world,
like the whole world’s in your hands
and you just love toying with it.
Do you think you’re God?
Refusing what you don’t want
And taking what you feel you ‘must’ have
It’s like you’ve made friends with everyone,
But still, you hoist yourself
Upon the highest rung on the ladder
Making it clear that you’re still above them
And they should take your order.
Look at that innocent girl,
trembling by your sight\even the plants are troubled,
whenever you pass by.
Eradicate us if you please,
But I’ll watch you beg at Jesus’ feet,
when from his sight

he says you should leave.

Soon you'll be memories,
You'll stain
Leave marks here and there,
Like dirt
On a kid's shirt after play.

Funny thing is,
It'll be good ones
good memories,
She'll press you
Between her pages of poetry,
and so it will be,
in her head.