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Who is this strong one you speak of

Do I know her?

Does she look like me…

Does she hurt like me?



The population believes I’m resilient…

I’m “honest”.

Apparently they see my ghost

The mist that once was.



Can’t they see how much anguish I carry?

Don’t they see the guilt that plays games in my head every day?

How come they don’t see the tar that has covered my heart?

It’s blackened and sick of itself.



The cold takes over my extremities

Then moves to my lower parts.

To travel up my stomach

Into my broken ribs and hollow insides.



Finally it makes a safe home in my head

It whispers softly, slowly to me

“Keep lying my love, keep the pain close

It’s the only thing that’s real.”



I’ll make you weak

I’ll make you cry to be back in my arms…

When all I want is to be someone else;

To be someone real.



Is it okay to wish to be dead?

Is it okay to wish to join the ones you’ve lost?

I’ve built my tomb in my own name.

Drive off the cliff with me.

[I took these from a song by Mushroomhead. I'm not going to claim them as my own... only put them into something that helps me get through this bullshit I call my life. They're not entirely correct because I took some parts out... but whatever. ]



An early incarnation…

Of a bad day.

Emotional salvation,

We throw the words away.



Don't wanna swallow my pride again.

The worst waste of all.



I think I found my way..

I found my way out.

For every time that you live your life to please

There’s always that trace of doubt.



If I could only erase

This failure in my head.

One day if I could just face up to this..

And put the past to rest.



Live your life to please.

And there’s always that trace of doubt.

An early incarnation...

Of a bad day.

Your silence hurts worse than your words.

Yet I will avoid the end like it’s death.

Why can’t I just let you go?



You tell me I’m my own worst enemy.

You think that’s news to my scarred ears?

I’ve got my reasons.



You will never know me.

I can’t let you.

I won’t.



I know what you’ll find inside

Will make you run.

You will never come back.

Her eyes are blacked out,

Like marker across the face of

The one’s you hated.



Her lips are diseased,

Infected with lies…

Lies from years past, and more to come.



Her skin is charred.

Turn to ash at the touch of another.

Don’t touch her, it will spread.



Her nose has caved

It can no longer handle the scent

Of regret.



Everything she touches turns to salt…

Turns to tears of pain and lies.

Let her come, but kill her slowly.



Don’t let her whisper to you.

Don’t give in.

Given the chance, she’ll ruin you.



She’s a beautiful tragedy,

One you’d never see coming.

Isn’t she pretty?



Don’t you want to love her?