I'll see what I want to see.
I'll walk where I want to walk.
I'll say what I want to say.
I'll hear what I want to hear.
I'll do what I want to do.
Theres nothing you can do about it.
Bind me to the floor.
Cut off my eyelids.
Force me to say something.
I will refuse.
You are not in control of me.
You are not the ruler of my world.
I am in control of myself.
I rule my own world.
So try me,
you will fail.
Every night,
around midnight,
there comes a time
where I read this line:
Everything will be OK.
But as I say this line,
tears stream down my face
and I wonder if it will be kind.
But I'll rest my case,
that it wont be OK.
When storms are flying
across the sky,
I'll wonder why.
When a shadow creeps
across my room,
I'll wonder what it is.
When you punch a stake
right through my heart,
When you put a bullet
right through my head,
When you put a rope
around my neck,
I'll wonder why you killed me.
I am ignored
on many occasions.
I am unseen
by many eyes.
I blend into the background.
I am hidden among others
whos lives are bigger than mine.
I am ignored.
I am unseen.
I am hidden.
I blend.
For now, I will go unnoticed.
But as everyday draws to an end,
I grow stronger.
I grow braver.
And I grow and grow.
And soon,
I will be strong enough
and brave enough
to make a stand in this world.
I will be noticed.
I will be seen.
I will emerge from hiding.
I will become unique.
From then on, I will be noticed.
Coca Cola is the best,
yes, it is the very best.
Brinking it makes me hyper.
But without it, I'm a crier.
If the world ran out of Coke,
I would cry and cry until I choke.
Coke is what I love most,
even more better than toast.
When your feared
people avoid you
speak badly of you
blame you.
For death and sickness
plague and disaster
your always the one to be blamed.
But why do people blame you?
you could be evil,
murdering and sickening,
you could be a witch,
brweing disaster and plague.
But what if you were nice?
And what you were is what THEY feared?
When your nice, but feared,
and you drink blood of others,
avoiding the blinding sun,
you and I are alike
in this way.
We are feared, but nice.
After your ashes
after your burried
you soul shall escape
your mindless body
and march to the Gates of Heaven.
When your let in
the Paradise of Above
nothing shall be bad
even though you loved ones are below.
Letting go is hard.
Tough, cruel, unforgivable.
I struggle with it.
Life is a poem.
It is hard to understand,
yet easy to break.
Death goes easily.
Yet it may seem sad to go,
But do not be so.
When the mind goes blank,
and the body grows still,
when the lungs stop breathing,
and the heart stops beating,
Death has come
and bestowed it's gift
of the Long Sleep
upon your Soul.
When you've been hurt
as deep as I have
You know better
than to laugh at others pain.
You instead
hold them tight.
Let them know
it'll be ok
Friend or enemy,
once you've been hurt deep,
you don't wish pain
on any other person.
Pure agony
is what I've expirenced.
Death of close people
hurts far worse than any pain
I would wish on another.
To many things
go through my mind.
Some are agony.
Some are murderous.
Some are poisonous.
Some are vicious.
Some are scary.
Some are bloody.
But some of my thoughts
were different to me.
They are happy.
They are silly.
They are wierd.
They are funny.
They are dreamy.
They are history.
I put these out of my mind
to make room for the agony.
I know they cannot be true.
My life isn't fit for them.
When I'm pissed
You better run.
I'll tear your to shreds.
I'll splatter you blood on the ground.
I'll claw your eyes out.
I'll burn you alive.
I'll rip out your heart.
I'll kick your ass.
When I'm pissed,
Your in for hell.
I cry everyday.
I cry for freedom.
I cry for the yearn of friends.
I cry for music.
I cry for being hurt.
I cry for being unloved.
I cry for being ignored.
I cry for things others say dont matter.
I cry for the little things I dont have.
I cry for what others have that I yearn for.
I cry for the fact that no one gives a shit.
I cry because I am hurt.
I am hurt because I cry.
There is no escape from this life.
Others think I cry for attention.
This fact is true.
I get no attention.
But they don't know what else I cry for.
I am who I am.
I am the one who is at the back of the class.
I am the one who is taken advantage of.
I am the one who is ignored.
I am the one who gets yelled at.
I am the one who is hidden.
I am the one who is Lost.
I am the one who is real.
I am the one who shows feelings.
I am the one whos music blares.
I am the one who enjoys being alone.
I am the one who doesn't care what you think.
I am the one who is Found.
I am who I am.
I'm not emo
It may seem so
But I don't cut where the blood flows
Look at my wrists
I won't resist
the touch of your skin
Not any scar on me
Is self-inflicted, sorry
Now stop bothering
I may dress emo
and have the attitude of one though
but I am NOT emo
I say I'm not emo
But you say I am though
But how could you know?
Black, white, and grey
are my favorite colors, I'll say
But it used to be neon green, anyways
You seem sad
To be proven bad
learn from your mad
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