I can’t

I can’t do it anymore

can’t feel my heart

can’t hear my screams

as my skin tears apart.

can’t taste the pills they shove down my throat

can’t find another place to go

I can’t say goodbye

can’t stop my hands

can’t stop the pain inside

I can’t live.

but i know not a single soul cares…

How about now?

How about now?

I tell you of my differences

that i am not what i seem

i wipe off all my makeup

and throw away my frilly things

cut my hair and put on a hood

oh my goodness, i feel so good.

but wait.

you don’t like it, and i’m offending you?

you say this isn’t something i should choose.

you say i’ll never be the same

and i’m taking your “precious” daughter away.

you say “i’m losing you”

“You’re not my kid anymore”

you know, when i hit a certain age

i’m walking out that door

so i put on my makeup

and throw on a gown

you know that I will never be happy

but do you love your “precious” daughter now?

You’re Dead

A fiery rage,

An outburst of pain,

Raging thoughts in your head,

And an urge to kill.

Your rage burns inside your soul,

Your desperation is surfacing,

Your insides burn and rip in pain,

And you just want to be heard.,

Depression comes and knocks on your door,

You wish you weren’t alive,

You make “memories” on your aching wrists,

And the scars never fade.

regret touches your lonely face,

And beats you in the head,

You throw your sanity off the edge,

And now inside, you’re dead.