FriendlessThere's a little boy who walks to school,Nobody knows his name.No matter what he tries to do,It is always the same.He keeps up with all the trends,He knows them inside out.Each one he pulls off perfectly,Even that selfie-photo pout.Each week he brings a box of muffins,Though nobody knows why.He used to try and hand them out,Now he doesn't even try.He shares the muffins with the crowsand eats them one by one.For consuming that much sugar,He sure looks miserable when he's done.He looks down at the empty boxand you see a little smile.The crows fly off and he lies down;They'll all be full for quite a while.The same routine, every week,I think so that he can pretend,That in the year that he's been here,He's made at least one friend.©lonewolfpuppy
I Want To Love YouI know I'm supposed to love you.I know deep down I do.I hope I do.I don't like feeling this way about you,But so often are you nasty to me.I'm sick of taking your abuse.I'm sick of feeling like I'm living the same day over and over.I want to love you,But you make it difficult.I want to love you,But that isn't my feelings in my heart.I wish that you thought logically,Like everyone else.It makes me frustrated.I just want you,To realize what's happening to me.I need you to give me more then just money.I need the love that hasn't been provided,For years.I just feel alone.I want to love you,But I can't.I hate you.
Chained and ShamedNobody gets it.I don’t want saving,I don’t want ”friends”;I just want all endsTo be met in red.I hate how plain my skin is,How it should be painted;Scarlett.I’m the addiction’s harlot,I do as it must dictateAnd when it tells me to seal my bloody fate;I bloody well will.I’m too full of blood,I need to let some out.But know this isn’t a shoutFor help;This is me copingWith how I’m hopingNobody’ll care when I go.Cutting isn’t for attention;It’s for a brief suspensionOf everything else.It is mine and I’m its,It doing as I wantAnd I its slaveUntil there’s nothing left to save.I don’t fear deathHalf as much as I do breath.Because I’d be lyingIf I said dyingWasn’t on my list of things to do today.
What You WantMaybe you want them to noticeMaybe you want them to seeMaybe you want them to care aboutHow you’re lost and lonely me.Maybe you want them to askMaybe you want them to knowMaybe you want them to care aboutHow your happiness is a show.Maybe you want them to quietMaybe you want them to listenMaybe you want them to care aboutHow your blood does glisten.Maybe you want them to leave youMaybe you want them to dieMaybe you want them to care aboutHow your life’s just a lie.
BLISSTo look into his eyes—Those that scheme your own demise—Is to relinquish every selfish desireTo go so farAs to blindly light your own funeral pyreAnd only relishIn that lavish gift of insanityTo crave his glances,His graces, his subtle advancesIs to delve into unforgiving vanityTo sigh into his embrace—Your mind gone away without a trace—Is to be consumed wholly and completelyTo give in andSuffocate in silence—alone—discretelyAnd with bated breathLove the very essence of what is himTo carve out your own heartBury it with him—to never be apartIs to sicken yourself with sweetest sinTo cherish one last kiss—Is to die—in loathsome bliss
Red ScreamsSmiling at me, shiny silver teethBegging my wristFor one chasteKiss.Grinning at me, that evil smirkMaking my heart poundGoing berserk.So sharp soGoodI know ICouldAnd really IWouldBecause IShould.Arm’s too full of bloodOf scarsFrom attempts toJoin the stars.Photo album ofRuby caressesMy diary of myCrimson lamentShowing oneStatement;I am stillAlive.
Life ItselfThe only time I smiled todayWas when I thought of dyingAnd how good I am at lyingEach and every single day.I've got a box of painkillersThey sleep right by my bedFor when all I see is red,They'll numb it into darkest white.I've tried talking to people,But I can't word what I want to sayAnd maybe I like living this way,Knowing that I'll die soon.I know I'm self-destructiveMy crosshatch skin screams itBut inside there's a little bitThat still aches to be saved.I've tried before and I'll try againTo put my worthlessness awayBut fate forced me to stay;Death's a bitch like that.Life makes me want to dieYet it won't let me leaveOr grant me a reprieveFrom that which it's made me hate;Life itself.
Just to FeelI would cutjust to feel the painjust to knowthat my life was worth itEvery inch on my armevery inch on my legI would cutjust to feel the pain deep insideTo watch the blood pour downto cry in happinessI would cutjust to know that I still feelCutting my skinburning it completelyI would suffer in agonyjust to see if I still feelEvery scar that is thereevery inch that I cutit just proveshow much my life was worth itI would cutjust to feel the painto know that Im still aliveto know that I still feelFeeling of painfeeling of tortureI would cutto know that I still feelIn this world...
BrokenGo ahead and drive the blade into my heart,go ahead and twist,past the chipped paint,past the dents and battle scars,is my beating heart,drive the blade in,watch me fall,better to be dead then to be broken,am i just a toy to you too,am i just a puppet to your strings,when will i ever mean something,when will i ever be good enough,after all no one wants a broken toy