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Pale as pale but black as they come

Cold, depressed, anger

Hates most, likes none, loves some

Spiraling down further and further in life

Death are the only thoughts

Numb to all pain

Can’t stand it any longer

One sharp blade

One quick swipe

Falling slowing to the end

The light is not coming closer

All is dark and the misery is done

President Bush



President Bush has a heart

A heart of stone

His heart is ugly and small

It pumps black tar through the nation

Sticking to us like unwanted muck

Chaos rings from sea to sea

Not a country 'tis a thy

No longer a sweet land of liberty

When will be free?

The Girl



She is there.

She has a face.

She knows.

She wants.

She fears nothing.

but

She hates on the inside.

She can’t see her face.

She doesn’t know why.

She is special.

Wait, no she is not.

She wants love.

Confosed



confused

misunderstood

all alone in this world

Invisible

drunk and drugged

wasting this life

is all I’m good at

stuck in this bottle

too scared to get out

I cry for help

but it is not heard

quite, confused, misunderstood

don’t give me your shit

I just don’t need it cuz

I’m stuck in a bottle

stuck in a hole

too scared to get out

cutter, stoner, druggie

too confused to care anymore

Death



Decay

Eternal bed of dirt

Accident

Teenage Suicide

Homicide

Invisible



She's invisible to the world.

She walks by unknown.

She does little good deeds that go unnoticed.

No one knows her.

She is a strange girl.

Coffee in one hand a book in the other

and a backpack on her shoulder.

She is not understood.

She refuses to follow the others.

The others with their perfect appearance.

The others look like they lead perfect lives.

She knows they don't because she knows their secrets.

She's in the shadows, invisible to the perfects.

She often wondered how they did it,

but now she knows they live a bunch of lies.

She loves who she is and that's all that matters.

She loves her book, which is often by Poe.

She loves her coffee which is often cold, black, and strong.

She doesn't even mind the backpack on her shoulder.

She walks down the great hall her own person.

She is invisible to the world.

Reflection of Me



I look in the mirror

Nothing reflects back to me

I look in a muddy puddle

I can see myself clearly

I am not pure like every one thinks

I’m clouded and confused

Angry and depressed

Wanting to be seen

By those who are mean

To me and my dreams



I hope one day they’ll all understand

I wasn’t as weird as they thought I might have been

Maybe they’ll feel the pain I once did

When they walk by my grave



I’ll be in the promise land

I’m there by my own choice and hand

I should have lived

I should have been great

But all because you were too cold to care

I’m up here watching

Watching you start up the cycle again