Alone

All alone is what I am.
What will I do…when they're gone?
I will have nobody.

The tears stream down my face.
I see everyone around me.
I see them fading away.

And then…I see myself.
I see myself standing.
All Alone.


Away from you

Walk away from me now.
Don't look back and wonder how.
How this could have happened to us.

Things will never be the same.
All I can do is hang my head in shame.
We can wonder what went wrong,
But that's just another depressing song.

Your love hit me like a whirlwind.
I closed my eyes; you had me pinned.
And then I went away.


I was wrong.  I was cruel.
And as I lay here by the pool,
I can't blame you for leaving me.
I was too blind to see




Being Free

I close my eyes and hear the music.
I look at the world and I feel sick.
The music tells us to be kind.
Yet kindness is so far behind.
I wish to make a difference someday.
I wish to make all of them pay.
Everyone who has hurt me.
Only then can I be free.


Constant Struggle

I hear them struggling
Why can't we set them free?
Because we are cruel.
Because we can not see
Those poor small souls
That get caught up in our fights.
Those poor helpless souls
Who may never again see light.
I hear them struggling harder still.



Darkness


Darkness overcomes me
The black of night has seeped in for hours.
Its tentacles grasp my arms and legs.

My eyes grow heavy
It's a struggle to keep them open now.
I see another color mixing with the blackness.

The red of blood swirls around before my face.


Do You Want To…

Do you want to live?
Do you want to die?
Do you just want to try?

I can make your dreams come true.
If only I could get through to you.
I can teach you, oh so much, if you let me in the door.
So, please, hide no more.
And tell me…

Do you want to live?
Do you want to die?
Do you just want to try?

I look at you and I see
The me who did not believe.
The me who did not believe in my dreams.
I can teach you to believe in your dreams.
I can teach you to make them a reality.
Just tell me…

Do you want to live?
Do you want to die?
Do you just want to try?



Pleasing People

I strive to please the world
But I only anger them.
I work to make them hear my words
But my voice is far too dim.
I cannot cope in such a horrid place.
The world keeps slapping me in the face.
I try to "grin and bear it"
But I am on the verge of a fit.
Should I become what they all say?

No.  So, Fuck the world, 'cause I'm ok.


**author's note: the final line of this poem was borrowed, 
with permission, from a poem that my sister penned.**