ArtMy pencil is broken,I ran out of paper,My mind isn't working right,I need to write or draw,I need to get the ideas on paper,Out of my head,I can't concentrate till i do.I write to keep sane,I draw to stay calm,Art is part of who i am,I need art so i can hold on.Don't you dare say it's pointless,It saves lives and brings joy,It's beautiful and wonderful and always perfect,All art has meaning.All art is important.
sick of meI'll go off somewhere else,When where i am turns to hell,I go to where my friends are and ask for help,Turns out they don't care either.I feel ignored by them too,I'm so foolish to expect them to care right now,I just got so used to it before,But now it's like they are all sick of me.
When I Need ThemI have learned to quietly do as i'm told,Not to argue or joke,It seems wrong when i'm sad,Because it's when i should be mad,I crumble so easily,It barely takes anything,I reach out only to see,Everyone walk away from me,The ones i really want to talk to,Seem to not care when i need to,It hurts when they ignore me,It's like they only like me when i'm acting silly,I wish they would talk to me,And even when they do i feel guilty,I feel so guilty dumping all my problems on someone else,I don't want anyone to worry about me,I just want them to care,I know how hard that is,I know it's hard to be there.Especially for me,I over react,I may everything seem like a tragedy,I can't help but wonder how they tolerate me.
BladesThis is terrible,Watching this go down like a battle,The good and the bad seem so breakable,The rules we once had were unstable,Don't laugh in their face,I know enough to retrace,Razor blades lost in memories,Never touch them again,Please don't dare me.I have watched myself bleed before,I heard knocks on the door,And it all fell out,All the lies came out,The truth hurts more,Then a thousand burns.Don't think it's you're fault.Just be happy that i stopped.
I know how you feelI hate seeing you all with those frowns,Sad eyes filled up with tears,I try to help,But i'm just a hypocrite,It's just because i know how it feels,To be on the edge,I know how it feels,To feel all alone when it seems like no body cares,So when ever you're upset,I'll be glad to lend a hand,Because i know it feels,When no body cares,When everybody stares,But they don't say a words,When you're broken and crying,When you're world feels empty,I promise i will care,If you need it i'll be there,Because i feel alone like that sometimes,I know how bad it can be,I'm just as sad as you now,So i want to help out,You don't deserve the pain,You shouldn't be feeling this way.
Take HimHe tried to be goodBut his history stood,An obvious change was made,But too obvious to believe,The ones known for seeing through lies;Swore they could see through his eyes,They said he hadn't changed at all.He tried so hard,To get them to believe him,But all they did,But stare right past him,How were they so blind.He's desperate now,He'll do anything,Just accept him please,It's killing me,I tried so hard,But it's all so far.He's asking you know,To hear him out,He is so much nicer now.He's guilty and sad,Can't you please see that,At least pretend for a while.It's worth the risk,Just to take him in,It's snowing,It's pure cold falling down.Take him in.