cry for...cry for...the girl who sees fatin all the wrong placesand wishes for a wayto eliminate it quicklythe boy who strayedpopping pills like candynearly drowning in sorrowand creating a single red linethe girl who feels deformedno matter what you see in herhow lovely she truly isshe's convinced it's all liesthe boy who has to hide himselfand holds more secrets than you knowbut let's me see inside his heartand stays strong for us boththe girl who just wants lovebut keeps doing it the wrong wayshe may not see it but i canand she needs help before it's too latecry for us, strangers to youbut not to othersfor we are the young onessuffering in silencebegging to be heard
BeautifulI felt beautiful today.I didn't straighten my hair,And I didn't put on makeup.I closed my white blinds and letThe light shine throughFor a fresh background.I stole my fathers camera,Turned on my iPod, and began to dance.I held it away and smiled,Letting the -click- of the shuttersBlend with the music, forming its own beat.I grinned and twirled in one of my sister's dresses,Not giving a care should she walk in.I laughed and fiddled with my hair,I was coy and shy and natural.I shed my shell of T-Shirts and jeans,And let myseelf be free.I look at the pictures I had taken and said,Oh- there you are.I've been looking for you.
Some PeopleSome people spend their whole lives regretting.Some people spend forever locked away.Some people follow a misleading heading.Some people are easily led far astray.But I could neverFor each day we're togetherIs a blessing too profound to describe.
Alone~~Alone~~Have you ever felt so alonethat when someone touches youit chills you to the bone?Have you ever been neglectedbecause you were someonewho had always been rejected?Have you ever cut through your skin,indulging in the pain,instead of asking for forgiveness for your sin?Have you ever had a familywho would not care if you died,but instead would have a monumental jamboree?If you are someone who answered noto any or all of all of the questions aboveI have one more question to ask before you goDo you ever imagine living lifewhere love is a foreign termand everyday is filled with grief and strife?Because that is the life I live everydayand thats because I was left alone in the darkand eventually I closed my eyes and lost my way
Complicated"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all.""I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?""There is nothing wrong with you.""Can you say that again?""I said, you aren't sick!""Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway.""You're a hypochondriac.""What?! Listen you-""Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing.""Fine!"*"So. What did the doctor say?""That it's complicated.""Complicated?""Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out.""Really?""You sound skeptical.""You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class.""Yes.""And about how your heart races and your hands shake.""Yes.""And about how you can't sleep at night and you can't concentrate.""Yes, yes, all of that, I told him everything I told you.""Did you also happen to mention the boy who sits in front of you in that class?""What's that got to do with it?""
""Seriously. What?""Tell me something. Have you noticed
ExcusesHe sleeps like a child without a voice. (And she listens like a child who cannot hear.)He dreams like a stranger on a train. (And she watches like another fixated by his thoughts.)He sighs like the first whisper of a rainstorm. (And she understands like the eve of the storm.)He breathes like tomorrow is his last day. (And she reminds him that he will live longer than ever.)He sings like a bird in the winds of the forest. (And she understands the sweetness of every note.)He cries like the downpour in the desert. (And she climbs to the ends of the earth to make him smile.)He loses his way like a deer out of the forest. (And she guides him back each time to the place where he is meant to be.)He breaks like a fragile flower in the dust and the wind. (And she tells him he is too strong to be fragile ever.)He fights like the last angel defending heaven. (And she gives him his swords and armor.)He writes like the blood from the finest writer's heart. (And she reads his words with awe
Opportunities"Please teach me." She asked him softly."Teach you what?" He looked out of the window, shattered glass at his feet. Her face was looking down as she sat on her knees, studying a thousand of his reflections in the mirror like shards below. He seemed a little impatient. She didn't flinch at the annoyance in his voice.Her eyes, the eyes of a moon nymph drowning, looking into his, the eyes of the sea god who was drowning her. "Teach me about life.""What is life?" His voice broke slightly, and before it could be seen, he was looking out of his window again. "It is nothing but broken words, stolen from the lips of lovers that had been doomed a long time ago. It is a thousand poniards wedged in the heart of a man who cannot die. It is the black tar on the soul of a woman who cannot breathe." He laughed bitterly, "Life is nothing but an opportunist. It drains your soul. And all it ever offers us in return, are opportunities of sadness and hardship.""It also gives us a time to be happy and
Have You Ever...?Have you ever wantedTo strangle someoneJust becauseThey were there?Have you ever wishedSomeone be deadBecause ofWhat they've said?Do you ever yearnTo light someone aflameBecause theyDid something wrong?Maybe it's just meAnd I'm just dementedBut I don't think I'm aloneWith the things I've presented...