broken-and-outspoken

How it does this I always wonder, A weight on your shoulders pushing down. Pushing you under, You begin to drown. Like a disease you want to cure, You try, you try and you try some more. To escape from this form of mental torture, Your heart laying broken on the floor. You try to fight, With no end. To escape this darkness and into the light, This mental imbalance which you cannot mend. It pushes and pulls you, And cuts you deep inside. Pierces you right through, From depression you cant hide.

Heart Racing, Angry Faces, Bruises, Bumps and knocks. Fist Clenched, Arms Stretched, Of violence those voices Talk. I’m a wall, Looking to be brought down, A wall of Built up aggression. I’m seeking sweet release, From what lies beneath, Sweet aggressive Confession. As the drums begin to blast, And the guitar begins to rip, I feel the feelings inside begin to escape. As body after body begins to deflect, I feel like I’ll never be taken down, And my outlook on life begins to reshape. I feel two feet press against my back, And my body departs from my present position, I realise there’s no such thing as never could. As

Love is you, But also me? Love can only be felt, But is controlled by what you see? Love costs a lot, But yet its free? Love blossoms quickly, But can be chopped down like a tree? Love makes you smile, But makes you cry? Love is no questions asked, But always wondering why? Love is open, But also shy? Love gives life, But will watch you die?

Time Travels so fast, Seems like just yesterday that you past. Doesn't seem like 2 years, Time has drifted away in my tears. I feel betrayed by life, Stabbed in the back by a cancerous knife. To make this agony stop, Anything in this world I'd swap. I'd give away my gift to see, Just to hear you talk to me. I'd give away my legs to walk, Just so we could talk. I'd give away my Oxygen, Just so you could Breathe again. I'd give away my life on this earth, If it'd give you re-birth.

Apparently theres seven wonders on this planet, Seven things of amazing beauty and mystery. Well obviously you they haven't met, Because your the most beautiful thing in history. My teacher once told me, Gold is the most precious metal that we know. Clearly he was yet to see, Your beautiful face glow. Science says theres only one star in the milky way, I say no theres two. Theres the one we see during the day, Then theres you.

It seems we talk every single day, But yet we always have something to say. And everytime we meet, seems like forever since i've seen you, But yet not a thing is changed or new. Even when where apart for a while, I never forget that smile. Or the beauty of your face. And the way you make my heart race, If i wanted only one thing this christmas, Itd be for you to give me just one kiss. Just see what it reveals, Open your arms and see how it feels.

I know a drug that will get you high, Out of your mind you will fly. It doesn't cost much, but it costs a lot, It sometimes cost's everything you've got. You don't snort it or sniff it, To get that hit. Just have to let it in, And watch the room spin. I'm addicted to you after one try, People see me and wonder why. I'm lost to this world, in the clouds above, I'm lost to this world, Because I'm in love.

A year feels like a day, Ever since you passed away. Feels like you never left me, Untill i open my eyes and see. 12 whole months since we lost you, And on this day i still dont know what to do. One day i cry for a while, The next i laugh and smile. My mind feels broken and lost, Id do anything to see you no matter the cost. To have you here with me today, Any price in this world i would pay. Everyday that passes i miss you so bad, My friend, my guide, my dad!

Why do we feel the urge to fit in, To become a mindless robot. Why do we try so hard to blend, And become someone who we are not. Why must we follow all the rules, Why must we dress the same. Feeling lost in your own skin, Got yourself to blame. Why must we lay awake at night, Feeling lost and unknown. Why must we hide behind a mask, In fear of being alone.

If only there was a way to escape the thin glass splinter that is me among the millions and millions of broken glass shards that was once a mirror in which I could see myself And every time I saw myself and whished not to see what was seen I knew how much value I had in my own eyes And every time I opened my mouth to speak and heard the falseness of my own voice I knew I could hear what others whished not to hear And every time I fed of the misery another person felt I knew how much I deserved to be alone And every time I thought I thought of the other choices I had once not chosen And every time I realized I realized how very much the w

Sleep-deprived and counting sheep she stays awake, alive, sleepily. Those sleeping pills, they don't put her to sleep, the just keep her awake endlessly. Chorus:Yeah, Yeah! She's the black sheep, she stays awake, can't sleep, can't sleep. She makes the same mistakes, so she, just weeps, just weeps. Yeah, yeah! She's the black sheep, she can't, she can't sleep, can't sleep. So she goes back in time, doesn't like what she sees, caught in endless lies, shaken so violently. Lost in thought, thinkin' she can't be, who she wants to be. Chorus:Yeah, Yeah! She's the black sheep, she stays awake, can't sleep, can't sleep.

You're useless I may be, but the least I can do is soar. You're artless If you insist, but the least I can do is write. You're emotionless You may say so, but the least I can do is smile. You're heartless Well, the least I can do is love. You're hopeless Yeah, I'm a lost cause, but the least I can do is dream. My turn, You're speechless. © 2011

Under the rouge moon she waits to be saved by her maker... She who was created from the lowest of the low looks upon the black sky lite only by the color of the red moonlight. She sways to the sound of her heart beat no longer knowing if it was real or not. She who lives for her maker and no one else. She is a creation worth nothing and knows nothing. She without flaw, yet with so many flaws. She walks this earth without judgement, yet always judging. She is the perfect creation, The perfect manifestation, The Perfect marionette. Now she lays under the rouge moon realizing the moon is reflecting her body. The rouge reflecting the flo