I've watched him beat you
day after day
I've heard you cry yourself to sleep
night after night
I've heard his false words
he doesn't love.

You defend yourself to no avail
alcohol's too much
He's really confused ***,
he is lost.

I've seen it all babe,
it's not over
there's nothing I can do
I am only
plastic wrapped in silk
only for you.

I've seen the blood you let
stain your wrists
I've felt the chill in the air
when he's around
but I've been there too,
it'll be okay.

I'd stop it myself
but I'm merely a doll
propped up on a shelf.

If only you could understand
the power of your dreams -
or the strength you truly have cause
life's sorrows are mere extremes.

Reach for the sky,
chase the wind,
fly away - be free
don't let yourself end.

Here you are a beautiful soul
you can hold all that you
could ever want or need
just don't be so blue.

Dry those tears,
smile a lot,
you'll be O.K.
give life a shot.

For if you don't open your eyes
you'll never know all things must
come to an end, if they
don't you're the dream to Bust.

Pop!
....Pop!
..........POP!

There go another
poor soul's hopes
dreams, and wishes...

Hold on to yourself

-don't end up
............like that...........

I thought it would matter
to you
if I could pen something


~stunning~

the way you always do,
without complications,
problems, or any thoughts
at all.

I wanted my heart
to talk for me
and my soul
to finally roam the way
it should

~free~

Words don't come so easy,
hearts don't have
voices,
souls don't have wings.

I try and I try
to be something I'm not
so maybe you will
like me...

Nights pass and I dont sleep,
days are for learning things
I'll never use
and creating scars
that might never

~heal~

and maybe then
I will know how you
felt the first time
that you

~fell~

All my pens are out
of ink,
my pencils seem to
be missing their
lead tips and
my computer eats

~thoughts~

the way you used to
when you actually knew
who you were.

Time flies,
I don't know
where I am...
What's today,is it
night or is it day

~again~

Am I alone the way it feels
or are there others
out there
sitting in silence
trying to please

~you~

when everyone knows
that they will

~never~

be good enough
for this monster you
became in the darkness
of the world
and the fear your father
instilled in your veins

~blue~

like the tears
streaming down my
cheeks when you
weren't looking.

Does it matter that I'm
writing this in blood
on my bedroom wall
in hopes someday


~someone~

anyone might see
how much you mean
to me?

I write and I write
nothing sounds good
none of this feels right,
so what's the point it's

~not~

like you'll find this
anyway you never
were the one to seek
out your admirers.

~Anyway~

my dear,
the phone is ringing
as if someone actually
has something they want
to say to me

and my mom is
knocking on the door
asking if I'm alright,
the answer is no
though I won't tell her
that, at least not

~tonight~

Kids are laughing
as they toss rocks in the
street and moths
are tapping on the window
longing to get out

I think I should help
them, after all I
know how it feels
to want something so
much and still know
that it is the thing
that will be your very

~end~

I would say I
love you
though it feels
a it like

~hate~

and I know you're
off in ed somewhere
with a girl who will only
last the night

dreaming of all the
things you have and
wondering why you still
aren't happy.

maybe if you met me
if you gave me a chance,
saw me doing everything
for your

~attention~

and learning to write
the way you do
even though each word
kills another cell
I never really had
to begin with.

~Good~

night, my love,
maybe tomorrow will be
better and you will see
a new path to make you

~happy~

in the mean time
I think
I better go now.

I don't like being your
shadow when its already
a dark midnight of horror,
pain, tears, and a lack
of true

~love~

Twinkle, twinkle little star
Last night I wondered where you are
Nothing is the same now
That youve left us nothing to wow.

Scream, scream little star
Dont you know youre my favorite scar
Left me broken down
Made me a joke in this stupid town.

Rage, rage little star
Why cant I be the one so far
Anything to get away
From this hell begging me to stay.

Whisper, whisper little star
Release us from this world of tar
You cant leave us here
Not when you are what we fear.

Live, live little star
What if love is all we are
Tell us everything's alright
We have you till dawn's sweet light.

There's something beautiful
about the way people drink
their coffee in the morning,
with rumpled clothes
and bed head, and
even tired eyes.

In their gaze is slow long
sips of determination,
routine,
hope,
and
caffeine,
and
I can't help but wonder–
what battles
they're
preparing for.

And if you think that hiding behind
a flask full of anything you can get
for hours and hours
putting gallons of that potent ****
back each and every time you go
then you need to know
that won't help anything at all.

You think
that it's so ******* simple to
numb such a ******* sharp pain
then let me tell you it's not
because the only way to
feel nothing, the only way to truly
numb yourself is to die.

And if you think you can
take your life away and
nobody will ever care you
are wrong.

Anybody can drink their pain away
not everyone can live to share
the stories from the bar
every single ******* night
after work when no one else will
go home with you or say that
anything is going to be OK.

If you think your life is
worse than others, think about
starving Africans. If you still think
your life is worse you are truly more
****** up than I remember and
I want absolutely nothing to do with you.

That stupid flask is nothing more than
a reason to remember and weep
of everyone who wronged you,
when, how, and where.

It make you upset over
everyone you've ever lost
or had to say goodbye to.

It makes you so crazy that
you stand up and scream for
the entire bar to hear;
all the things they never said
that would have made everything OK
again before they took you to bed
and all the things you never
had the courage to say,
but wish you had because
maybe then they would have stayed
and maybe then you'd be ok.

but Love, oh my sweet,
sweet love, please don't go
back to bar tonight...