The First Dream and Memories Of Love

I made This story in the series for a few reason but it to show sorry and i love cerent people hope all you people enjoy the story I kept falling thought the darkness all the pain of seeing that image in the mirror just kept me from moving I loosed...

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Life is a Lie

Death is freedom From this lie, To live is to Exists in false hope, In death I am Still a captive, In life I'm in false hope, But all I hope for Is Truth or Deceit, I am an indefinite presence, With the wish for a known Basis to go on...

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My Lonesome

My lonesome today, i'm feeling quite alone i'm feeling quite depressed because this monster it has grown and i cannot put it to rest but, these hurtful feeling will not leave they hurt my mortal soul and that gives me this numbing grief

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pain with a smile

I can't stand it. My music isn't loud enough to make me deaf. My blade isn't sharp enough to make me dead. I push you all away. Wishing your happiness to stay. I will leach you dry. Suck the glee right from your eye. Steal the thing you wish to share....

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The Sand Castle

I remember my mother, whom for better or worse, i take after, her manic days of running away from her depression mirrored by my own. i lay in my nest, my trophies around me, meaningless symbols for anyone save myself.

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Cant You See?

Can you see me Not what i appear to be Can't you see This smile isn't really me Its just a mask To hide the fact That im trapped With a body that doesn't belong Can you see Who i am inside Behind the mask That i hide behind ...

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The Note (aka The Grand Delusion)

By the time you read this, the contents of this letter will prove to be rather pointless, and yet I have left it for you to read in my absence. There is always a need for closure, and hopefully this will provide you with some. I, on the other hand,...

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The Box

#2 of poetry this was written in the midst of a severe depressive cycle and may not be for everyone. i suffer from depression and have done so since i was thirteen.

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Filler

There was a cracked man, Who had a cracked heart, Something happened to this Cracked man, That made his Cracked heart much worse, He didn't understand, It didn't affect him, He just accepted, Now the cracked man... Is a broken shell of what he...

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It's Never too Late

I began a simple life Free of anger, sin, and strife Slowly they did poison me To the creature you now see A darkened soul makes a darkened heart Trying to rip myself apart For they know they cannot understand When truth and man go hand and...

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Silence

Some like silence, they crave it like a drug. I hate the silence, sometimes quiet is violent. There's no hiding. I'm forced to deal with what I feel. There is no distraction to mask what is real. Inside that silence it screams the truth, I am...

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goodbye...

Slit my wrists, Close my eyes. Watch me bleed, Watch me die. I fall to my knees as you cry, I say nothing except goodbye.

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