67

Venting out is fine
Don't let it consume you
There are many things you can find
Just looking around you

The world is vast
Some people love you
These are just moments that pass
And end up behind you

66

Sometimes being kind is hard
if the person on the recieving end is yourself
You say things you would never say
to anyone else
Those things that you know
will pierce through your soul
Why is it that you enjoy
hurting youself so?
What trick is there in this world
to see myself as a person of worth?
What can give me the colour I desire
in this colourless soul?
What use is this writing
for no one at all?
But I want to be kind and I want to be nice
And I need just a little bit of advice
On how to make that come true
Because I'm lost in the way and don't know what to do
I wish I my thoughts were never mean to me
How, oh how, can I let that be?

65

Empty yourself
Pur your feelings on to something else
Pretend that is holding you together
Make it hold you together
Run away from facing the fact
That you just don't know how to act
Whit thing you can't weather

Rain on yourself
Take your decisions and put them on a shelf
So that everyone can see
Everyone can see your blame
You say that is pain
But you're just a coward who knows how to hide
The real you from inside

Scream to the void
It doesn't feel like screaming at all
As no one hears
The emotions don't go
You want to let go
Be free from this mess that you made
Get over yourself

64

Unproductive, unnatentive
Sad little girl
Too lazy, too protective
Of your stupid little ego
I despise you, I loathe you
For the excuses you make
And the lies that convince you
That it's all okay
Everytime that you fail
And again and again
I wish I was freed
for this character of mine
That I can't stand

63

Tell me it was a joke
That none of it was real
That you're still your own
Say how you feel

Show up at your door
And turn in the key
Say hi to your dog
Be happy and free

Tell me that you're here
Why wouldn't you be?
The fact that you are gone
I still can't believe

Make peace with your god
Ask her to forgive
The sins that you own
And come back here

Walk up to the show
And smile like you used to
Say your name, speak the words
You will never get to

Turn back every clock
And start living again
Receive all the love
You were meant to obtain.

62

I hate you for leaving
For hurting me so
I hate you, but really
I miss you a lot.

61

Young hearts are soft
And the words that pierce them
Are usually the most
Hurtful simple things

We measure our shots
And the ones that others get
We battle the odds
By tearing them down

Words hurt a lot
To those who believe them
As if they were their god
Who decides if they live or they die.

The feelings survive
Erupting in waves
Of pain in your eyes
Blodshoot from your veins

It cuts like a knife
Deep inside your soul
The hope you can't find
Is no longer home

Young hearts are dried
Buried under heavy tears
Losing the joy of being alive
Escaping the world with a sigh of relief.