Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Welcome To The World

For those who don't know
I will try to go slow
Just do what you're told
Conforming is gold
Welcome to the world

Where all adults lie
Where teenagers cry
Where small children die
And nobody wonders why

Where kids are victims of rape
Where we cut for an escape
Where we want to end our lives
With our ropes and knives 

Where tears are shed 
Where goodbyes are said
Where it seems we've all lost our heads
Where depression is the monster under the bed

Where we all want to die
Where we never ask why
Where we go with the flow
Where expectations are low

Welcome to the world


Monday, April 14, 2014

The Enemy

She stood still in her silent bedroom
A tear ran down her cheek 
The ruthless words of her mother
The verbal beatings from her father
Still rang in her ears
She stared into the mirror
Her enemy stood before her
Looking straight into her own eyes
She searched herself day and night
Relentlessly striving to understand
What she had ever done wrong
The tears were flowing steadily
She knew not what to do
There was no longer any joy in her life
Her lips had forgotten how to smile
A common thought crossed her mind
I must be a terrible disappointment 
I am useless I am worthless
I am a waste of oxygen
She fell down into bed
She wanted to be dead
With the covers pulled up over her head
She cried herself to sleep

Saturday, April 5, 2014

The Passionate Boy

There once was a boy
Whose feelings were strong
They bubbled inside of him
But stayed under control
He lived his life
As a normal kid would
And then one day 
It all went so wrong 
The world began to crumble
He cried every night
He hid it at school
His mask was a sight
And then, he found
A book, leather bound
A book filled with words 
And feelings and thoughts
So one day he sat
At his desk with a notebook
And slowly but surely
The boy started to write
He wrote poetry and prose and
other things he knows
It was more than a hobby
Or a once a day thing
It was a beautiful addiction
An escape from his life
He described all of his strife 
And nobody knew
For he kept to himself
And he keeps all those notebooks
In the corner of the shelf

The Mask

Alone and crying
Your body shaking
As you sob so violently 
You remember
That you have places
At which you have to be
They don't know about your pain
Or that you're going insane
Nobody knows
You must hide the tears
As you have done for years
You put on the mask
And make sure it's straight
You go out into the world
With that mask doing it's job
All of your friends
And all of your family
See the mask 
And believe this non-reality 
This imaginary personality
And when you're alone in your room
You'll take off the mask
You'll write on your arms
And you'll climb into bed
And you'll sob and you'll cry
Because you're in too deep 
And no one around you
 Will ever know why

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Restless

Tossing and turning. 
Sighing and trying.
Staying up all night,
Wondering if you were right.
Ideas churning,
Serenity burning.
Everything is coming to the surface.
Through your mind the problems race.
Unable to kill time.
Try to put it out of your mind.
Remembering it all,
Into sleep you cannot fall.
There is no relief .
The covers you go underneath.
All of your tears.
Your paralyzing fears.
You flip over your pillow again. 
Sweating and worrying then.
You sit up in bed.
What's wrong with your head?
Staring at the darkness,
You realize that you're restless.