Why Does it Hurt?Why does it hurt?Why does it ache~Every little move I make?Is there a reason?I'm sure there isIt wouldn't just hurt like this ...Right?So please tell me ...Please tell me why~I always feel I need to cryThough crying doesnt do much at allIt just feels a little better when the tears fallBut y'know ... just crying isn't enoughYou need someone there~When it gets toughPlease ...Promise me you'll be there ...Always there~With a prayerAnd I promise youI'll be there too
Am I Invisible to You?Can you see me?Can you hear what I say?Can you feel my presence,Coming your way?On the outside I'm quietNot a word is said,But inside I'm screamingScreaming to be heard and not leftWhy am I always the one that's left out?What makes me so different?I try to join in,But it always ends the sameI give upI don't want this anymoreI'm leaving you allAnd slowly drifting awayDo you notice I'm gone?Or was I always invisible to you?Do you care that I've left?Do you care that I've been unchained?I'm gone and yet you carry onBut that's just fine with both of usBecause to you, I'm the silent oneWho you never ga
DaddyI was born poor.I grew up learning never to ask for more."Just take what they give you."My dad says mama ran away,That she never loved him,Then he sends me off to play.I was only at the age of two.Daddy!Do you see?Everything your actions do to me?Oh, Daddy!Did you ever care at all?When you're out with your 'friends' I began to fall.When I was seven I'd sit at home,I'd talk to my friends on the phone.But I never listened.Instead I watched my daddy,Bringing home all these women that pretended they never saw me.Daddy where's my mommy?!Daddy! Do you see?Everything your actions do to me?Oh, daddy!Did y
Your Knives, My PensHe was the boy that sat alone in class. The one with his headphones always in, blasting them at extremely loud volumes to block out the cruel world around him. The world of hateful words and nasty remarks. Of school-side beatings and hate around every corner. A world where music was the only thing that could block it all out, and, even if it's only for a couple minutes, make you happy.That was his world.The world where you were damned to hell if you were a "goth" or "emo". If you were a guy who wore makeup, you were labelled as a "fag". A world where you were constantly laughed at for everything that you are. It wasn't a pleasant place. I