That It Was MeEach word, each hit, sends a wave of a blow, a wave of a bash.
One that sends my bones to clash.
Tiny little fragments of my shattered, broken soul,
My soul that screams out to bring me out of this hole.
Broken, shattered fragments from my tormented, bruised heart, all caged away.
My heart screams out, someone save me from this hell-like pain.
Someone save me, pull me out of this place.
People, down, down, they have came with support and advice.
Down, down, they have crept.
No one makes it, no matter how motivated and enticed.
Not even the longest rope could reach my depth.
My depth of pain, my depth of sorrow.
When I lay my head to rest, I wish to pass before tomorrow.
No one can save me from how far down I am, how low I have gone.
So low in the darkest cavern, I can barely see the sun.
The sun rises, the sun sets,
The moon will wan, the moon will wax.
But everything stays the same, there is no darkness at all.
That's what it's like when you're like me; Suicidal.
The darkness stays, d
My Way To Unleashing My BeastIt's my way of screaming but staying silent,
My way of calmly telling everyone violence.
My way of dying while staying alive,
My way of suffering while I continue to thrive.
It's my way of crying while keeping a straight face,
My way of staying intanct and not all over the place.
My way of pleading without saying a word,
My way of getting it all out, in a way most people have heard.
This is my way of taming the beast,
The beast that is caged inside of me.
The only way it can escape, is through these 47 keys.
Do You See This Smile?Do you see this smile?
See this mask?
Understand the challenge of this task?
Do you hear this laugh?
See this disguise?
Understand the truth in my eyes?
Do you feel this happiness?
Feel this act?
Understand I need something back?
Do you see this frown?
See this truth?
Understand my urge for a noose?
Do you hear this cry?
Hear my tears?
Understand my sadness through these years?
Do you feel this pain?
Feel yourself die?
Wish someone would tell you it'll be alright?
I Guess There's Always Something Killing MeI guess there's always something killing me.
An angry bear,
Or killer bees.
There's always something hunting me down.
Either Freddy Krueger,
Or a murderous clown.
There's always something chasing me away.
A bunch of zombies,
Or a bunch of posessed original Lays.
There's always something attacking my life.
Sometimes an angry moose,
Or a squirrel with a schythe.
There's always something kicking my ass.
Either Bruce Lee back from the dead,
Or an angry Majora that's been harassed.
There's always something killing me.
A rabitized turtle,
Or a Kraken from the sea.
Falling Off A Bridge At 2 AMI step upon the bridge of life.
And say this is my final strife.
I jump off, into the sea below.
And plumet into the mounds of snow.
I fall into the desert sand.
Into the one and only, Odin's hand.
I fall upon the raven's back.
Fall into a musketeer's pack.
I fall into the sky above.
Into the mouth of a turtle dove.
I step off and fall onto my floor,
My cat scratching annoyingly at my door.
I've fallen off my bed again,
And it's only 2 AM.
She'd Write A SongShe told herself she'd write a song.
One with bells that flow along.
She told herself she'd write a tune.
Harp and guitar, something new.
She told herself she'd write a melody.
One that sways and hits perfect keys.
She told herself she'd compose her thoughts.
Any instrument her mind brought.
She told herself she'd make a rhapsody.
And play it throughout all the cities.
She told herself she'd sing her heart.
Take her feelings and make them art.
I told myself the song would be as gently as the flight of a dove.
And that I'd write this song for my wonderful love.
Little Allain Would Always ComplainThere once was a girl named Allain.
Who would always, constantly, complain!
"Mommy, mommy, my pants won't fit!
Daddy, daddy, where's my makeup kit?!
Brother, brother, where's my toy?
Sissy, sissy, I hate boys!
Aunty, aunty, this homework's hard!
Uncle, uncle, 'no money in this card!
Grampa, grampa, I ripped my dress!
Grandma, grandma, my hair's a mess!
Niece, niece, I hate your clothes!
Nephew, nephew, snap out of your doze!"
Would always complain.
Until she snapped her neck.
Two Little BirdsTwo little birds, singing loud.
Their stance faithful, honorable, proud.
Singing loud of happiness and love.
Their voice soft as feather's of a dove.
Two little birds, happy and free.
Singing as loud as their voices can be.
Singing as loud as their heart will beat.
Their eyes closed as they tap their feet.
She lays in bed, on the phone.
Listening to his monotone.
She doesn't care how he sings.
So much comfort, his voice brings.
He sits on his bed, his eyes closed.
She sings to him, making him doze.
She has a voice, like the coo of a dove.
Her heart pounds as she sings to her love.
They sing to eachother, day and night.
Their eyes shining, sparking with delight