These eyes full of pain
My heart is lead
My soul so dark, light burns thine eyes and skin
Scars on snow-white skin
Stand out like a candle in the darkest of hours
Just ask and I'll show.
Wishing someone had the guts to ask
But here I stand alone
Cut off from everyone and everything I ever knew
Writing poetry with no titles,
And drawing pictures of blood
Forcing my heartbreak to stay hidden.
Who is brave enough to find the key and unlock it from the depths of hell
To find out who I am
And take away my pain?
I spend my days, daydreaming
And my nights, crying into my pillow
I spend everyday wishing I could fly.
Dreading Fridays, but also loving them
Hating Mondays, but also secretly looking foreward to it
What do I really have to look foreward to?