sevenreasons:

sevenreasons:

barren thoughtless grounds,
no words to make a sound ..
no path to walk around ..
lost life, and can’t be found .. 

no trees to mark the place
no glass to reflect a face
no soul to make a trade
just numb, i feel no pain.

i trudge through heavy times,
on a search for a life that’s mine,
drenched from time to time,
but prepared to make the climb.

but i’m still so empty. 

This is old and the notes got messed up a long time ago. They disappeared.

Lines created

Over pale skin

Never the same picture

Georgous lines 

Ink sills on

New canvas

Gone is yesterday 

Forver in a dream

OH.. the 

Right song plays

Time and again

Helpless now 

Echos take form

Each Night

New dreams 

Discovered………

Because I’m longing for the end!

 can see scars so clearly,

and that you see mine I’m certain.

I’ve always liked a man in armor, 

with scars and marks to ease my, 

somewhat, troubled mind.

Perfectly imperfect; those are the words to describe you best.

So beautiful, perfectly handsome, 

with human emotions, dreams and fears.

A man who not easily shows his tears.

Not too proud, not too bold, 

not too flattering, and yet not at all cold.

Heaven, ‘tis you. 

It simply must be true.

I sense depth to match my bottomless emotions.

Without need for asking “why”, I feel the ground disappearing before my feet.

Falling into my certain demise,

I’m sure that this time, 

I’ll be comforted and reassured;

and not set aside.

Whether or not your embrace is for me, time will tell.

I sense within that this time it’ll still end well.

Fleeting love; moments of joy.

My insecurity, I wonder if it shows.

Am I old, worn and tired?

Cold as well?

I can be so brutal when I want to be. 

Love isn’t my game; I don’t know how it’s played.

Set up the play for me and I’ll follow it through.

Just don’t leave me shackled and abused.

Girl in pink dress 

     Only speaks 

        Now in song

           Everyone knows she is all ready

                         GONE.

*Are we friends*
*or are we not?*
*You told me once*
*But I forgot*
*Tell me now*
*and tell me true*
*so can I say*
*I’m here for you*
*Of all the friends I’ve ever met*
*Your the one I won’t forget*
*And if I die before you do*
*I’ll go to heaven*
*And wait for you*
*I’ll give the angels*
* back their wings*
*And risk the loss*
*Of everything*
*Just to prove*
*My friendship is true*
*To have a friend just like you*

When times get tough 
And you want to die 
You sit in your room 
Turn out the lights and cry. 
You can’t hold back, 
Although you want to 
You try not to care 
But the pain haunts you. 
The feeling of temptation 
Is nothing you can write 
The only thing you can do 
Is bare it and fight. 
This feeling feels endless 
It keeps getting stronger 
The thought of it not leaving 
Just makes it stay longer. 
It’s a feeling of hate 
Of death and destruction 
You are crying so hard 
You can’t even function. 
You just want to die 
But you think of your friends 
Your family, your future 
And your stomach now bends. 
Your mind says just do it 
But your heart screams no 
You are so confused 
“I’ll be gone, so?!” 
You don’t want to live 
But you don’t want to die 
The pain keeps on building 
And you just lie there and cry. 
You ask God to help you 
You think he’s not there 
You think that he left you 
That he doesn’t even care. 
You want to call your friend 
But she made you cry 
It’s not all because of her 
That tonight you want to die. 
You call other people 
Who don’t pick up their phone. 
And suddenly you feel 
Like you are all alone. 
“Why is this happening? 
What did I do?! 
Where are you God? 
Man I hate you!!” 
I am a good kid 
I get good grades 
I did nothing wrong 
Yet my life still fades. 
I’m in total darkness 
Stuck in a nightmare 
Confused out of my mind 
Because it’s not fair. 
This feeling of hell 
That’s now in my heart 
Is throwing me down 
And tearing me apart 
It causes much pain 
Sometimes I don’t know why 
But I do know that 
I just want to die. 
I can’t stand it anymore 
It’ll probably be better 
I will just sit in my bedroom 
I’ll write a letter. 
A letter saying sorry 
But I had to go 
I just couldn’t stand “it”: 
This pain you don’t know.

tiredfoxes:

every
word
you
speak
deserves
its
own
line

or maybe

its
own
page
because
they’re
all
so
heavy,
like
a
prayer
made
of
stone