All EndsIf you cut you'll bleedIf you bleed you'll dieIf you're sad you'll smileAnd if you smile it's a lieIf you lie you'll liveIf you live you'll dieIf you cheat you'll winAnd if you win you'll cryIf you cry you'll loseIf you lose you'll dieIf you run you'll stayAnd if you stay you'll flyIf you fly you'll fallIf you fall you'll die'Cause no-one will catch youIf your life is a lie.
HeartlessLove is cruelLove is ironicLove is a toolLove is idioticIt defies explanationTwisting, spiraling, leapingWithout cessationHow does it conquer?How does it rule?It crushes, it breaksYet still is a jewelIf you love somethingYou should let it goYet I just can’t leaveThat warm, buttery glowIt strikes without warningAt first is a blessingThen leaves us brokenGasping and guessingThe glass is half emptyEven when half fullBut I want to smash the glassWith the rage of a bullNo matter if concealedIn dress, cloak, or suitLove will be alwaysThe heart’s delicious fruitIt ensnares and entanglesDripping intoxicating juiceAnd all the whileIt tightens the nooseWhispers in your earThen swiftly melts awayComes back a second laterTo lead you astrayLocks you upThen gives you the keyBut you refuse to come outSuffused with your gleeAh, love is mysticalSo what do I know?But hear this, childIt turns friend into foeWhat I want to addressIs behind that sweet
TraumaIt was apparent that my sense of danger was lacking by the age of three. That year, we were on one of our many plane rides home from my grandparent's home in northern Canada. Close to arrival, we became entangled in an unexpected snowstorm. Visibility was poor and the wind had a mind of its own. The flight attendant tried to sound calm as she alerted us of the "unexpected turbulence" (in case we didn't already know) but it was clear that landing safely would be a challenge. Movement sickness came in the form of 300 foot drops in a millisecond. Some held brown paper bags tightly around their lips while others silently prayed, but not me. I loved the feeling of my body being pressed into the scratchy blue seats during take-off and the thrill of bumpy rides. When the plane finally touched the runway and slowed to a halt, passengers released a collective sigh of relief. My pupils were dilated with excitement and my grin could not get any wider. Surrounded by irritable, green-faced passenge
My Hidden RequiemI have locked away a requiemThe melody flows through my veinsMy little red drum thumps desperatelyIt can't escape musical chainsThe haunting tune starts at my coreAnd slowly spreads like thick red bloodIt paints everything the way I feelSometimes notes pour out like a floodA chilling symphony plays deep insideBehind veiled curtains of pitch blackI listen to it play in solitudeThe chords will always pull me backThis hidden requiem is mine aloneI mourn each moment that slips awayAn ethereal key hangs around my neckTo give to those who hear my heart playInside, the concert hall looks desolateIt's tattered beauty speaks much of meEach song that plays feels so bittersweetSomeday I'll set this music free
asylumI have lines to crossand skeletons to shatter,because halted mercyresides in these hands.But I will notshow mercy with you.Today is paintedwith pinstripes and brokennails, it is whenyou decide I amgood enough to beyours.But I made myself worse,when I was with you.
FifteenThe blushing crowsLand on my clothes.They tease my earsWith regrets and fears.So I supposeThis is how my life goes.Purples, blues, greens, yellows
It's something that I never chose.My eyes squeeze shut.Another cut.I mend and stitchThe holes and splitsThe ones I etchedAnd the ones you stretched.Six hundred pounds of fleshResting upon my chest.It's harder to catch my breath.I hope this is not my death.The worms withdrawWhile the vultures clawAnd begin to gnawAt my limbs of strawMy skin bursts openTo release words unspoken.Down the streetTires screamHeadlights creep.A young teenWants to sleep.Eyes squeezed shut.
Star-crossedYou woke up onthe wrong side ofa cosmic bedA pillow ofnebulae,crushedunder your headMeteoritesare all the tearswhich you have shedYour ring fingeris Saturn,yetremains unwedForever lostin outer spaceamong a dreamedstarry arrayYour light shines brightlightyears awaybut not enoughto seize the dayStar-crossedand vaccum-cleaned,sleep-tossedand solar-weanedLet your love bea tesseract-then I'll wish tobecome Titan.
Daddy's Little GirlDaddy's little girl is getting put away; in the ground is now where she laysHe can't hold back the tears as they pour out from his eyesAs he thinks of all the reasons his daughters not aliveHe jumps into her grave and cradles her in his armsHe didn't want this world to cause her any bit of harmHis little girl's not breathing, her heart now doesn't beatHe's holding her tight knowing, he'll never be completeEveryone watches him cradle his dead girl,Knowing he won't survive much longer in this worldIt takes all of his strength to get out of her graveAnd to listen to all the support all of his friends gaveHe just couldn't believe he'd never see her happy face againAnd he felt his life has come to a sudden endHe watched them close the coffin and pile the dirt up highAnd inside every feeling wanted him to dieWhen everyone had left and he was on his ownHe thought of all the days he was going to be aloneHe missed his daughter so much; it hurt to take a single breathAnd he cou
Why I cryI like to cry myself to sleep at night.I cry for my cat who was run over.I cry for my father who left me.I cry for the friends I have lost.And I cry for the bullies who push me in the halls.I cry for me, myself, and I.I cry for the body that I don't have.And I cry because I'm not happy.I cry for my broken family.I cry for lost love.And I cry for the unwanted.I cry for the people death has taken from me.Every night my pillow soaks,gathering the tears that I shed.By morning they are goneand no one knows I cried myself to sleep.
admittance is defeatthey called you beautifulwith porcelain eyes about to crackand cigarette skin crumblingaway, a knotted spine andjagged smile:you were never gracious.you're slipping underneath, thisvirulent smog masks a paper sky thatnever allowed a dream andyou're afraid because it's soaking inyour pores again, unattainable and unoriginal;the meaning of life never meant enough-you were never hopeful.there's a getaway map on the undersideof your pillow, and a lifetime of secretson the underside of your bonesyou're a walking travesty:your chest ticks, dullyour wrist beats, dyingtime is keeping you butyou were never patient.you lie large enough to make us believe youdon't entertain nightmares, but what ifno one could hear you scream?remarkable, it seemscaged birds really know howto sing out(you were always beautiful)
You'll never break meHit meHate meKick meBruise meLove meBetray meCurse meDisrespect meAbuse meBeat meHurt me But you'll never break me.
I'm strong, aren't I?Look at me!I'm strong aren't I?You think I'm weak because I'm skinnyBecause you've seen me cryBecause I've lost hopeYou've seen me quitYou've seen me break apartYou think I'm WeakBut have you forgotten?I walked through the storm, when everyone else hid insideI stood again after I fellI walked in the darknessI mend my heart after it was shatteredWhenever you cried, you had a shoulder to cry onI had no oneYet I wiped my tears and put a smile on my faceYou've made fun of me, insulted meBut I'm still standing here, facing youDoes that make me weak?You've called me names, picked on meForced me on my kneesHumiliated meBut still I'm hereBecause I know I can face it allOvercome all my fearsPush away the painAnd once, just once be happyI'll do it somedayBecause I'm not weakI'm strong, aren't I?
If Ever I Lost YouWhat weighs on your mind?What's taking up your time?You tell me not to worry and you swear you're really finePlease open up to meTell me of your fearsYou know I'll kiss the scars and I'll wipe away your tearsDon't keep it to yourselfYou know you're not aloneI couldn't live my life without you ever coming homeI'd be so lost insideI wouldn't recognizeThe person that I see in the reflection of your eyesJust tell me you're okay, and that you love me tooI don't know what I'd doIf ever I lost you…
I don't care if you're Gay.It disappoints me how people thinkit's demeaning and disgusting for oneto love their own gender. How weare encased and suffocated by thechains of society's realms.We have been brought up to believethat a problematic equation wouldbe a gender in addition to the samegender that it is ''weird'' for oneto embark on a relationship withthe same gender because it screamsand shrieks of abnormality.I despise how people refer to being''homosexual'' or a ''lesbian'' to bedisgraceful. The irony strikes me thatfor a society that claims to be ''accepting,''we have not made any progresswhatsoever in terms of same-genderrelationships, be it: boy and boy orgirl and girl.Regardless of gender, they are all trueemotions. SO WHAT if a girl likes anothergirl? SO WHAT if a boy likes another boy?This is to our apparent ''accepting''society that is refusing to acknowledgehow there is actually no abnormality inthis.Who are YOU to judge what is abnormal?