Bi-Sexual FrustrationI don't want to be this way,to love a woman in that way.But the next day my taste will change again,and my sexual attraction will garner a man.This demon inside of me tears me to shreds,someday my orientation wants me dead.They talk about joy and endless pride,but who feels pride when their choices have made others cry?To want a woman, yet want a man,why am I cursed like this? I don't understand!I've hurt so many with my disgusting sexuality,I've cut myself so many times to escape this reality.Why on earth was I born this way,what on earth will take the pain away.I want to be a normal teenage girl,to love a boy and fit in with the world.I've torn my family into a million pieces,I can see in their eyes my repulsive selfishness.I can't even be around my friends,I've ruined so many relationships.If there's a God up there, please help me choose,to abandon this life, or I fear it'll end with a noose.God, I don't want to be this way.I feel like I'm dying everyday.
LonelyLonely is sitting a dark room with no one there- the flickering light more irritating than helpful.Lonely is standing in a crowd- a grain of sand on a beach, a molecule of air in the sky.Lonely is not special, because lonely is a painting of greys and browns that molded together create nothing more than the parts in the whole.Lonely is a question, and never a statement, and Lonely is painful in this way. You can never gain closure when Lonely is in your heart.Lonely tears apart, not mends, and oftentimes you find yourself taking steps back instead of forward- no matter how hard you fight for grip.Lonely is clingy but detached and explosive but contained.Lonely is tears with no one to dry them up, and a broken glass with no one to sweep it up.Lonely...Lonely is me.
Devil's PaymentMy dearI fearThe time has comeFor you to make a paymentAfter allWe have an agreementI give you what you desireYet you ask for moreAnd what do I get?Your wordThat you'll pay upSay I can trust youWish I could, reallyBut, if memoryServes me rightYou had till tonightTo give me my paymentOne way, or the otherI'll have it..Whether its your soulOr anotherMakes no difference to meBut, you seeI'm on a tight scheduleSo let's make this quickOh, stop with the begging!You're making me sick!Enough of this bullshitYou're coming with meTo the depths of hellFor all eternityDidn't I tell you?Fame...Comes at a priceAnd it's timeYou pay yours...
Not everything is a disasterWe were meant Not to be We never grew Our wings Our hearts were Not set on fire We both have missed Cupid's arrowBut we are fine with that.
Behind the EyesFingertips against cold skinAnd a smile plastered on.An exterior shieldAnd interior walls.A name spoken fewAnd a voice hardly heard.Soundless and quietBroken and waiting.Lost in a labyrinthAnd thorns of hate.They line the wallsAnd protect the cage.Monsters come to playAnd feelings are soon killed.Blood splatters the floorAnd bodies dragged away.Eyes stay without shineEmotionless and empty.Can't see past painCan't find the light.Searching for a heroWaiting to be saved.They never existedSit and behave.Tear stainedAnd soaked in blood.Pinkish raw skinSuffering alone.