It Is (Depression)It is a shroud of black velvet.
It is the violent ocean in the dead of night.
It is the monster in the shadows; the Vashta Nerada.
It is the final crash of symbols in Carmina Burana.
It is impossible to lift.
it is impossible to breathe.
It is impossible to see.
It is the only thing that can be heard.
It is why the stars disappear at night.
It is why every light drifts by without stopping.
It is why the gnawing starts and never ceases.
It is why nothing else matters in the end.
It is my disease.
It is my disability.
It is my misfortune.
It is my death sentence.
Ghost of YouDown on my knees for you
Begging please stop
Picking the good out of me
Heaving on the floor
I need you
But you're killing me
I look in the mirror
My reflection beckons back
Who is she?
Someone falling through the cracks,
That you have made in her broken heart
Someone begging on her knees for you to shut up
Just a girl who wants to be beautiful
Just running from the edge
Into this world unknown
Finding nobody, but the ghost of you...
Always DefeatedI just run; faster than the wind. I can't stay. I won't.
All of this hurts
To remain standing, when all I am, is torn down.
Can you hear my screams?
Or just the silence
As I take a step into the unknown, will you hold my hand? Will you ever believe in me?
I keep trying but, all those words spoken, make me want to cry; to give up and to let go of all I know.
And you know the pain never stops. It's like a never ending empty void, which is sucking me in and I wonder when this will be done.
Will I be the one who won?
Or will I be the loser everyone knows me to be?
The Girl on the BusToday I saw a girl on the bus,
who had the deepest sorrow glazed across her eyes,
she sat three rows in front of me and took the window seat,
She stared out through the glass,
sun rays peaking through the trees as the bus was moving,
the way the light hit her face, beautiful.
She traced an outline of a figure on the window,
then quickly looked around and rubbed it out.
I wondered what's on her mind?
her face expression showed a flicker between emotions,
from sadness and sorrow to quick bursts of happiest and joy.
She got up, the bus stop, she walked past and looked at me.
For a brief moment I felt her pain and her hurt,
every time shes been knocked down and every time her trusts been misused,
the way people cursed at her and the way people beat her,
all the times she tried to hide and all the times she sat alone and cried,
everything she wanted to be and everything she wanted to let go of,
the battle scars she reflected on her skin,
and the battle scars which were ref
DeceptionA rubber band on my wrist,
A fake smile blurred over my mouth,
The words "I'm fine" are really a shout.
You have no idea what it means,
I hide it all so well,
But not everything's always as it seems.
Fooled by deception, fooled by lies,
The invisible mask is a great disguise.
Clever I am, clever I'm not,
The truth is what's being sought.
Schemecuts and scars
and iron bars
break free from your chains
dance when it rains
be who you're supposed to be
break the tunnel vision to see
you are more than what you think
you can swim instead of sink
believe in what you know
but question it though
things are not always what they seem
some are nothing more than a dream
you can find yourself in the strangest place
it's something you're supposed to face
every moment of every day
it's supposed to happen that way
and who you are and who you were
is the exact thing that's supposed to occur
live life to fullest, live to the extreme
cuz you don't know if tomorrow is in the scheme