im being torn apart,
im falling for this boy,
he knows he has my heart,
but to him its just a toy.
he drops me off the book shelf,
and leaves me on the floor,
because the day he said goodbye,
i lost what i adored.
his soft lips,
pressed against mine,
i felt some sort of safety,
but no sense of mind.
because you were only waiting,
until i fell apart,
you simply walked away,
without a sense of heart.

im falling.
and slowly losing breath.
taking apart everything you ever said.
holding back my fears.
dealing with the pain.
caught in the world.
where everyone's insane.
clawing at the walls.
taring apart my finger tips.
feeling so much pain.
to live or to love.
to laugh with out the past.
to feel the way i wish.
with out a spell cast.

In all aspects of being loved, there are various imperfections or mistakes able to make.
Along with these aspects comes trust. Trust isn't an object, nor an emotion.. trust is a natural instinct. From the day we are delivered in our pink or blue blankets; we cannot be taught the right way to trust a person, we can only learn from one on one living confrontations. For example, if you or I chose right now to trust that lonely forgotten homeless man on the side of the street, that is our decision.... nothing but the mistreatment of my trust can show me different.

you knew me more than anything,
now i mean nothing,
im another girl that says
"i love you"
i thought it was true,
i fell for it again,
thinking that i could possibly meant more than three words
the only three words that broke me down,
made my heart skip one thousand beats,
told me that you cared for me..
but its all old news,
just like me,
you,
us.

taken
in
by
simple
lies
easy
lines
falling
down
im
on
the
ground
­gasping
for
a
single
breathe
take
me
in
and
keep
me
alive
.

im cold, and lonely..
broken beyond repair.
i can only imagine
your fingers in my hair.
as you kiss my neck,
i look back and check....
but youre not there,
this house is bare.
silent screams,
echoing..
shattering the window panes,
the chilling sounds,
driving me insane....
this house,
this house will be the death of me....

hello old friend,
can you hear me?
hear me calling?
screaming out your name..
wondering if you're there..
am i even sane?
call out for a doctor,
help me help myself.
im lost with out your guide..
i feel as if im wasting time....