Annoyance

You draw a picture with my soul
And the shades of gray overpower the page

You sing a song with my soul
And you hear crying

You write a poem with my heart
And it skips beats with every lie

You look around with my eyes
And see me as a nuisance

You act a different way than you feel,
You lie to me, and smile as you do it
You fake your way thru life
You judge me
You..re quick to point your finger
You fucking hypocrite

You let me die out of your mind.

    Dreams come and go but when you have a real vivid one does it make things different? what do this dreams mean? it keeps me up at night, when i dream about nothing but unattainable things... 

Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife

Look at me, you can tell
By the way I move and do my hair
Do you think that it's me or it's not me?
I don't even care
I'm alive
I don't smell
I'm the cleanest I have ever been.
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry (dry)

Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake

Do I drink? Do I date?
I've got perfect placement all my ink
Satisfied, in your eyes
I'm the biggest fan I've got right now
I made sure, that I look how I wanted to look
The people around me, the people surround me
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry (dry)

My stomach hurts now, and all tied off in lace
I pray, I beg for anything, to hit me in the face
and this sicknes isn't me, I pray to fall from grace
The last thing I see is feeling
And I'm telling you I'm a fake
And I'm telling you I'm...

I am wasting away,
waiting for a day that will never come
the endless road to no where is winding and twisted
and the lights on the side of the road are luminating the wrong path

i am wasting my time
waiting for a day that will never come
the path i have chosen is long and narrow
its not an easy one, but it takes you to a place no one has ever seen

i am dying slowly
waiting for a day that will never come
the signs that mark the path are confusing
they mark the way and send you in a direction in which you dont want to go

i have died inside
wating for that day that never came
these paths send you to no were and i have found it
its dark and cold, i feel so alone, i never thought i would see the day of total misery

My newest Artistic creation!

Not a poem, for once!

i am sitting here alone in a crouded room, trying to figure it all out. wondering how long it is going to take to fix the obious

i am fetching for answers and looking for responses

wondering when this situation is going to end

looking into the....


i cant even write... pfft

My newest Artistic creation!

Not a poem, for once!

Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife

Look at me, you can tell
By the way I move and do my hair
Do you think that it's me or it's not me?
I don't even care
I'm alive
I don't smell
I'm the cleanest I have ever been.
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry (dry)

Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake

Do I drink? Do I date?
I've got perfect placement all my ink
Satisfied, in your eyes
I'm the biggest fan I've got right now
I made sure, that I look how I wanted to look
The people around me, the people surround me
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry (dry)

My stomach hurts now, and all tied off in lace
I pray, I beg for anything, to hit me in the face
and this sicknes isn't me, I pray to fall from grace
The last thing I see is feeling
And I'm telling you I'm a fake
And I'm telling you I'm...