For YouI would do anything for youGive an arm, a legAnything you could ever want or needI would give to youI would sacrifice my life for youSo many things I would doI am here for youI love youMore than you’ll ever know
Another Damned SoulThe only reason you’d be sorry if I were to die is because you’d lose your favorite vent. A vent that isn't new or old, your favorite one that works the best in the whole house. Vents are your favorite thing. They’re always there for you because they can’t speak or even make a noise or you’d just change them until they’re quiet again. And vents can’t leave, or break, because you’d just replace them without a second thought in your mind to their feelings. Another damned soul into the lonely, empty graveyard of the forgotten dead. The ones everyone abandoned. No one really, truly cared about. The ones that every night cry out just for someone to reach out and ask, “Are you okay”. Not to be the vent, but the friend. To not just have to listen, but to be heard. To be able to say, “I’m not okay” and not be judged. To be able to be human.
OpheliaDo you ever have the feeling you were destined to do something great? To make your impact on the world? Fight crime. Find the cure for cancer. Save all the puppies. Well, I never got one of those feelings. I just go to school, go to the mall, hang out, eat some food. Nothing special at all. I have a mom, dad, and even a little sister. A typical family. Sister is Lily, stepmom is Denise, and stepdad is Steven. My sister looks like Denise, brown eyes and hair; only thing Steven has different is the hair, black like a stallion.Oh right, probably should introduce myself. Name is Ophelia. There is a little difference between them to me... I have blonde hair and green eyes. Just a small difference right? Well, it's kind of because I'm adopted. Thing is, mommy and daddy didn't think they could have kids of their own when they adopted me at four. But nine years later Lily pops out. Guess it took a while to kick it into drive. Steven and Denise knew my real parents from college and they couldn
There goes my heartThere goes my heartYou keep breaking itThere goes my heartThe aching painThere goes my heartSmashed into piecesThere goes my heartInto dust it turnsThere goes my heartNever to be seen again
Surrounded by LoveSurrounded by darknessEncased by fearNothing but screams to bearCold as a desert nightLonely as the single wolfEndless tears to fallTime ticks slowlyA light can be seenToo far to reachClose enough to teaseA tired soul cries outNever to be heardSurrounded by darknessEncased by fearNothing but screams to bearCold as a desert nightLonely as the single wolfEvery tear to be shedLight overcomes the darknessSurrounded by loveWarm and safeNever lonelyAlways togetherNot a single tear to be shed
Love...Through it all.All that we do.Do what you must.Must you say that?That you don't love,Love is so stupid.Stupidly in love I stay.Stay never leave.Leaving me alone?Alone I am.Am I really?Really I am free.Free at last.
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:"Why is it that you find life to be worth living?"Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,And yet you lie awake.Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,And genuinely fear for your safety?Now, if it were me that you had asked my dear,I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
Stripping MeYou may take what you want from me,Be it my pride or dignity.You may throw insults at me,And burn the shredded pieces of my sanity.You may belittle me, as much as you want,If only to make your meager life worth living.---But even if you do all that...---No one will protect you when I pull you into the dark.No one will try to search for you, as my leather ropes tie you down.No one will hear your screams as metallic screws drive into your face,Etching an eternal smile, since you'll never leave this place..."Now then, my dear sweet James, shall we play our favourite game?"
You are someone's reason to liveShe had skin like a cactus-believing shecould only hurtanyone who gottoo close,forgetting thatinside,she held whatpeople neededmost.
i'd haunt you if you'd like.my hands are paralyzed and you're waiting for me to touch your face,but that doesn't really matter because i'd rather touch your souland if you close your eyes long enough i'll read you poetry as we lay atop the monkeybarsin this old and rusted parkyou can pretend to know the constellations and point them out to me and i'll tell you they're all beautiful, but nothing compared to youif i'm lucky you'll blush and laugh at me,tell me i say the dumbest things but deep down it'll register in your soul just how much i love youand i know they say you can only save yourself, but darling i swear if you'll just have the slightest bit of faith i'll save the fuck out of you or i'll destroy myself trying,because i honestly can't think of any other purpose for my lifeor what smidge of it i've been able to hold on to.
Hopeful HeartThe sky is pitch blackAnd so is my heartAfter all the painI went throughAfter all the effortFor a lost causeSo I look upLooking for a starA ray of lightTo guide me awayAway from this darkness inside my heart
You have to know pain to....Sometimes you have to fall apart.You have to bleed out,In order to have the courage to shout.Against the darkness.You have to know what it's like,To feel disconnected,Separated.From reality.To be best friends with your anxiety,Because it's the only thing to keep you company.Because you've never felt so lonely.Even though you're surrounded in a sea of noise,Which drowns out your voice.As you choke,On society's nooseYou're afraid to cut it loose.Because you don't know what others will think of you.You have to know depression.You have to know what it's like to be alone.You have to know what it's like to be silenced.In order to appreciate breathing,And to fall in love with colors.After being blind,For all of that time.And only being able to see memories,On rewind.In order to appreciate a person's presence.And the feeling,Of content.When you finally find a friend.Who will stick with you until the end.And not judge you for your scars.But loves who you are.In
Was It Love?She holds on tight,but he lets go,She needs him,but he doesn't need her,She believes,but he gave up,She loves him,but he never loved her.