Something for someone was everythingsomething cannot be repairedsomething was never a truthsomething has already failedsomething reminds me of yousomeone will sleep in my bedsomeone will tell me the truthsomeone will have to amendsomeone but surely not youeverything i had is to erase,cause everything was two faced.everything was such a freaking mazenow everything is burning in flames
FakeHello, I smile with my best smileI try to be nice and politeLike all the human kindTruth to be told I don’t careBut I pretendI know it’s not fairBut I’m not your lover, not your friendDead end.I act and do my best to not sound fakeAnd not to allow any mistakesMy act is greatI perfected itHello, I shake your handI even give you a hugAnd even call you a friendSurrender, throw a white flagYay, you love and adore meOne heart is downAnd one more timeI’m back on the runI’m chasing the ghostsForgetting my friendsI knock at the devil’s doorsShake with him handsI’m cursed to never loveI’m cursed to be betrayedI’m cursed to lose my soulI’m cursed to be fake
Shedding SkinSomeday I'll be cured,I'll shed my skinBe new.Someday I'll be found,I'll stop being lostAnd live.Someday I'll be free,Show off my armsScars faded.Someday I'll be known,For my troubling fightFor freedom. Someday...Today I'm in pain,The wish to harmbeats hope.But,Someday I'll be cured,I'll shed my skinBe new.
Honest PsychiatristNormal, your brain is not.Take a guess at what you got.It's needed for your medication.Label shouldn't cause frustration.Guess at what pill to take.So many that they make.Don't know about your brain.Could make you more insane.Effects are usually small.You may have none at all.We warn just so you know,Your pain may just grow.Your brain isn't fried.Just another to be tried.Patience is what I need.I promise it isn't greed.So here's another pill.Maybe now you won't be ill.
RelapseHide the bladeBeneath the clothes,RunRun to be aloneIn the silenceWhere only the blade remains.Cut before you change your mindLet the adrenaline runYou've done itThe relief is uncontrollable.Blood, beading along the linesYou smileTearsThey fall down your faceThe pressure is gone,But what remains is guiltAll that effort,Wasted,You're worthless,To find pleasure from this pain.You've relapsed.Who can help you?Your boyfriend thinks you're selfish.Your family thinks it's attention seeking.Your sister, your dear sweet sister,She cares too much it would kill her.Who can help you now?No one.You've relapsed.You're alone.
do not tell me i am not brokeni need people to stop telling methat i am not brokenthat i am not cracked open and spillingout of the shell they created for methe shell that clings and suffocates mei need them to stop saying thatthey'll fix the splitsthat they'll fill them in with concreteand make it betterbecause i am drowning in peoplewho think that they are supportivethat think i am theirs to mold and shapei am not a vase, i am broken chinasmashing against the ground over and overin frustration because i cannot be the kindof beautiful that you want to beyou cannot paint over me and expectthe sharp tongue and the hard eyesto go awayi am brokeni am spilling outi am ripping my way through membraneand shell to find light so that i can breathein something other than liesand i am afraid, i am so afraidof a world where nothing holds me inwhere it is only mewhere i am free to move my arms and legsto dance, to sing, to speak outbut i need iti need to feel a wind that isn't yourharsh breath do
Found"You're nobody.""No one""Nothing."Lost in worlds of 'no's and nothingnessSearching for"Somebody""Someone""Something" to see insideI looked back and found:Me.
YouSome days I feel aliveSome days I feel aloneSome days I want to crySome other days I don'tI want to have you by my sideI want to have you closeI want you not to be afraidI want you to give me love...Be there when I feel aliveBe there when I feel aloneBe there when I want to cryBe there when I don't...